A FEW HOURS PAST;EVENING
The soldiers returned to the tents from the grounds. It was as if it was electrocuted. There's no way the war could have continued in that Land.
"We can't let anyon-'' He struck as he saw another being in the tent . The prince of everyone in the room kneeled." What is the progress in our side" he said as if he couldn't read the room
"Sire, The-the ancient.." The prince raised his hand. "We'll go by ourselves. Let the new admits and the cavalry know we are going to the Warfield. Get ready" Everyone widened their eyes like they knew this was a bad idea but all they could do is to follow the commands. "GET READY!" The warhorn rang in the ears of thousands.
As they reached the land they realised they weren't the only team of curiosity. They could see their enemies lining up beside them. "Looks like we have company" "prince Neiler" The other person mentioned. Neiler's dead eyes were fixated on that man "Chares" He addressed the other person. Suddenly everyone was alarmed. A presence. they felt a presence.
Neiler ordered the cavalry to march forward. The hesitant people marched right into the field hoping for any of the intruders to show up. A blink of a eye 'GHRRRRRRRRRR' A light bolted right into the land When the smoke went away the rest of the people gasped. There in the field lied the bodies of their people
"ha useless as always" Chares spoke.
It was too early to speak *BOOMMMMMMME* a loud thud broke in. Panic began to flow through the crowds. Before them was a legion of dead and before they could realise the overpowered army of dead walking right towards them dripping in bloodlust