Northeast of the Northern Border, Dragon Ridge Mountain Range.
The roars of demon beasts and the wails of the undead echoed through the forest, with crimson and darkness spreading inward like a tide.
Under the bright moonlight, priests and believers watched in terror as the undead and demon beasts surged like a tide, shaking the very heart of the Old Gods Alliance.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"It's the undead army and the demon beast tide!"
"So many undead... so many demon beasts!"
Cries of alarm rang out in all the divine halls as the Old Gods Alliance plunged into chaos.
The priests, bewildered and frightened, watched the undead and demon beasts that had suddenly appeared in the mountains, their faces growing increasingly pale:
"This kind of magic power... this aura... it's the undead and favored beasts summoned by those Bloodlines!"
