The rumbles of battle taking place beyond the angry waves only grew worse with time, and the red shade above grew more intense.
The undead racing over and under the waters, seeking to destroy the ships, hadn't gained much of a foothold, however. In fact, half of them had already been wiped out by the forces of the Factions, the leaders of which were appraising the situation.
There were a lot of things to consider before rushing towards the mayhem ahead. The masked man was a formidable foe, clearly. Those that had doubted could only narrow their eyes and dig further doubts in the deep recesses of their minds.
At the very least, the army of undead set loose here, was some kind of devastating expression of strength that couldn't be taken lightly. Worse yet, this could one of many armies the masked necromancer was keeping in reverse.
