The Undead Army hardly put up any resistance, and once their will to fight was lost, a rout ensued, marking just the beginning of life's harvest.
In the desperate escape of the undead creatures, humans no longer cared about territorial boundaries; they would chase as far as they could until not a single undead creature remained in sight.
There was no need to hold back any longer, and this pursuit lasted half a month, reaching deep into the Kneecap Desert for thousands of miles, circling back and forth to intercept and completely clearing all undead creatures in sight, including those who did not join the Undead Army.
Under the havoc of war, how could there be intact eggs?
