Mid Sector 666—
"Graaaaaaah!!"
Hundreds of thousands of undead ran forward without awareness, thought, or any will of their own, their bodies simply rushing onward as though nothing else mattered.
They emerged in vast numbers from beneath the ground and fell from atop the plateaus, burst violently out from the depths of the lake, and rushed forth in dense masses from a pitch-black, barren gate, converging toward the same place from every direction.
A similar number of ghosts continuously flickered in and out of existence among them, their vague forms appearing for moments before vanishing again, while their faces were even uglier, more twisted, and more terrifying than those of the undead themselves.
And amid all of this overwhelming flood of corpses and ghosts, there was a person—no, rather, calling it a person would be wrong; there was a thing...
