As the whole continent went to work, preparing for the inevitable evil, weeks passed in a snap of a finger.
And with that, the battle for survival. The battle for life. The battle for existence itself.
BEGIN.
On his journey, Nesterin had recruited more than one hundred thousand men into the army. It might be incomparable to the millions the undead brought. But every man had their weight.
"Sir, The enemy is approaching from all directions," Nesterin said in the Command Center. This place was filled with many messengers. A dozen carts were ready to get them to various points should they need it.
Hax had decided to build a messenger rail system. This way communication would be a lot faster if they couldn't use the birds to deliver an order.
On the table, Nesterin laid out a map with the details of the walls, fortification weapons, traps, and trenches.
