Alone Against the Endless Dead
"Formation!"
Ramona Redcliffe roared.
The remaining warriors instantly tightened their ranks.
The front line lowered their shields while those behind thrust their spears through the narrow gaps.
CLANG!
The first Dullahan's blade smashed into a shield, sending the defending knight sliding several meters across the blood-soaked earth.
Before the undead commander could raise its weapon again—
THRUST!
Three spears pierced its chest simultaneously.
Its body stiffened.
Green flames burst violently from the cracks in its armor before the cursed knight collapsed into lifeless bones.
"There!"
One Redcliffe warrior pointed toward a group of undead mages.
The robed figures stood safely behind the front lines, raising staffs formed from twisted black bones.
Dark green magic circles spread beneath their feet.
Corrupt cemetery-cold mana gathered into countless ghostly spears.
The temperature around them dropped sharply.
