The Siege Tightens
The Elder Necromancer Alibaba who saw his vanguard being decimated wasn't angry, but instead, he was amused. To him, this was nothing more than a game.
From the rear of the undead army, Alibaba stood motionless with both hands resting atop his black staff. The emerald flames dancing within his hollow eye sockets flickered quietly as he watched the battlefield unfold. Broken skeletons littered the plain before Fantom City, yet not a trace of frustration appeared on his face.
To him, every fallen skeleton was merely another disposable pawn.
A dry, eerie laugh escaped his mouth.
"These humans are doing better than expected..." he mused inwardly. "How about we make it a bit more difficult?"
With a slight wave of his staff, the battlefield changed.
