The atmosphere was drenched in cacophony. Just seconds ago, the battle had undoubtedly come to an end. The Reimgardian soldiers, for perhaps the first time in their history of combating the Central Plains, had retreated.
But in a couple of minutes, an even more terrifying battle had broken out, and even though six powerful warriors were fighting against the great numbers of unyielding soldiers, it looked like this battle was going nowhere.
Sael drew his string and released it again. An arrow of flames sang across the air and embedded itself into a mass of soldiers. All of them exploded, each flying at different angles as fire consumed them whole.
The armies of the dead were devastated, but that was the thing about an undead army. Even as they were torn apart by the wreckage the supposed sellsword team unleashed, it gave nothing away. No screams, no hesitation, just bodies reforming and pressing forward.
