The first explosion shook the earth.
BOOMMM!
A wave of heat blasted outward, tearing through the mist, swallowing the world's sound in an eruption that split the very air. Fire and white light collided in the heart of the fog, creating blinding flashes that reflected across the skies of Nocture.
Celes leapt forward, her boots striking the slick, cracked stone beneath the weight of raw energy. Her black sword, Void Reaver, quivered faintly, radiating a dark violet glow that swallowed all other colors around it.
"Frontline holds three rows! Vampiric vanguard, don't let them breach the flank!" she barked without turning.
The synchronized thump of undead footsteps followed
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP.
Hundreds of undead soldiers raised bone shields and rusted blades, forming a dense formation.
