The battlefield erupted into chaos as the undead horde crashed against the lines of the defenders. The ferocity of the assault was beyond anything the living had prepared for, a relentless tide of rotting flesh and gnashing teeth that threatened to overwhelm them through sheer numbers.
The various companies of soldiers led by their respective lords were stationed with a gap in between them, and there were knights who were stationed on either side of the main army.
The assault of the undead was only coming from the north side of the castle, emerging from the forest.
Beltar and his knights stood as a bulwark against the onslaught. Their armor gleamed in the morning sun, a stark contrast to the decaying forms that hurled themselves against their shields.
These warriors, trained for years in the art of combat, now faced the ultimate test of their resolve.
