As Liam charged ahead, a horde of undead descended onto the battlefield as if a terrible storm had picked up out of nowhere. Soul soldiers appeared everywhere, and without warning, the momentum of the battlefield shifted.
While the situation before seemed to be at a standstill with both sides fighting equally, endless hordes of undead on one end and the relentless elites of Crimson Abyss on the other, the current situation completely became one-sided.
The wyverns, the cowardly six-winged lion, the ison generals dominated the battlefield as the other undead scrambled to keep up.
Gliding above the chaos of this war, Liam came to a stop a few meters away from the death knights, Luna standing steadfastly by his side. He took a moment to survey his surroundings, his gaze shifting between the death knights and the red pillars of light.
