The sound of bones cracking continued, making everyone's blood run cold as they stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded. Neither Jason nor Sienna had ever seen so many Undead creatures at once—they were in the barren fields, in the withered forest, underneath the decayed barrow, and next to a few houses that had collapsed. The Skeletal Warriors came pouring in from every direction, and all they could see was a sea of eerie white gathering towards them, much like a sea of locusts.
Norfeller had turned into a black spirit by now, weaving his way around countless Skeletal Warriors as he tore them to shreds mercilessly with his sharp claws, making him resemble a scythe-wielding Grim Reaper. The quietness of the night made the human group short of breath as silence loomed over the world; they stood still as they stared with big eyes and mouths wide agape, and all was silent save for the sound of cracking bones and their own beating hearts…
