"Let's begin."
Lars lifted his head and gazed at the Fortress. Then, he extended his hands, and the white bone staff in his hand hovered slowly in midair. He lowered his head and chanted a curse softly. The 10 Necromancers followed his lead and chanted in harmony.
The darkness turned deeper.
Another string of explosions flashed.
Meanwhile, on Alex's side, Cecilia puckered her brows at the Abominations who were still braving forward even after they were blasted with heavy damage. They were truly hard to deal with just as Alex had mentioned. Since the battle commenced, the soldiers had fired two waves of arrows.
Although the explosions had slowed the Abominations down, they didn't seem to have intentions of stopping. Their tall, obese bodies were full of pitch-black large holes with forest-green blood gushing out. The night breeze swept the putrid stench along and polluted the air.
Trouble is coming. She could feel it, they have to prepare.
