Smoke and light continued to color the gray sky, casting silhouettes over a battlefield devoid of humanity. The blackened earth was cracked and scorched, soaked in blood that had long turned black. Lifeless bodies piled up like the harvest of a cursed season. Screams both human and zombie echoed like a war's lament, void of mercy.
Sylvia's army held their ground. But the pressure was far from over.
From the east came a loud sound, like a stone gong crashing through the air. The ground trembled but not like ordinary marching. It was heavier. Slower. More massive.
Zark, who had just destroyed two enemy zombie mages with a surge of dark magic, quickly turned toward the sound. His eyes narrowed, and he shouted through magical voice amplification.
"Right flank! Prepare Break-Lance formation! Something big is coming!"
