Then, the body twitched, and dark energy gathered.
Flesh and bone pulled together unnaturally, the wounds closing, the broken parts reforming as if time itself was reversing.
The soldier holding the sword froze.
"…What?"
The creature's head snapped back into place.
Its eyes locked onto him.
And it stood.
"No way…" another whispered.
"It's… regenerating…"
The summoned undead moved again.
As if nothing had happened.
Panic spread faster this time.
"They don't die!" someone shouted. "Some of them don't die!"
Voss saw it.
And his expression darkened.
"…That's bad," he muttered.
Behind the front lines, Vermis watched.
Her smile was calm.
Satisfied.
Her fingers twitched once more.
And then, the ground near the battlefield began to stir.
The real slaughter was only just beginning.
The moment the ground began to stir, the pressure on the battlefield shifted again.
Voss felt it before he saw it.
"…Something's coming," he muttered.
