After a tiring battle against the undead, everyone deserved a break. However, fate had planned something different. It all happened so fast that barely anyone had time to react.
Within moments the jolly mood of the party was soured as hundreds of capsules rained upon them. Massive dust clouds shot up in the air, covering Livan.
Those proficient in magic immediately erected mana shields to minimise the damage. Still, a few unfortunate souls were squashed beneath the drop pods.
"What the hell is going on..." Nora snarled loudly.
Apart from her voice, the hall was filled with groans of pain and coughing sounds. Only a few managed to keep calm, while most were startled and confused.
As the dust began to settle down, the pods opened one after another, revealing an army of undead and outworlders. An invasion army had descended upon them.
