The Peaceful Realm had first been invaded several months ago by now. Yet, the undeads had yet to launch any attacks. They were merely endlessly scouting around and leaving rather disturbing 'gifts' in the form of totems and other assemblages made from the corpses of wildlife, sticks, and just about anything else they could get their hands on.
It meant something, but the livings were uncertain whether it was intended as a threat, or if it was part of something else–Such as a ritual. If the latter were true, then finding out the exact purpose of it would be a top priority, but as it stood, it was impossible for them to determine what this was truly all about.
However, after several months of tense nothingness, floating masses of putrescent flesh adorned with dull, bloodshot eyes manifested out of thin air all around the life barrier, skeletal arms hung below them, constantly dripping vile blood as a singular maw opened up–Splitting the largest of their eyes in two in the process.
