A Flicker of Hope
As the two holy maidens were doing their best, Max stood atop the walls of Fantom City, watching the battlefield without blinking. His weathered hands rested on the stone battlements, but the grip of his fingers slowly tightened as his sharp eyes followed every movement below.
Smoke drifted across the battlefield like a gray veil.
The clang of steel, the thunder of explosions, and the mournful cries of the wounded echoed through the air without pause. Every few seconds another skeleton crumbled beneath the defenders' blades, only for another to take its place.
It was a war of endurance.
And the undead had no concept of exhaustion.
