Lyan quickly formulated a tactical plan, his mind racing to exploit the leader's overconfidence and the structural weaknesses of the castle. He turned to his companions, his voice steady and commanding. "We need to isolate the leader and the Duke. Use the castle's layout to our advantage. Julius, Borton, set traps and controlled fires to funnel the undead into narrow corridors. The prince and I will lead a charge directly at the leader and the Duke."
Julius nodded, his eyes blazing with determination. "Got it. We'll create controlled chaos." He and Borton moved swiftly, setting up traps and small fires in strategic locations. The fires crackled and roared, casting an eerie glow on the stone walls, and the traps were hidden expertly, ready to spring on the unsuspecting undead.
Lyan and Erich prepared for their daring charge. Erich's golden flames flared brightly, casting a radiant glow around him. "Let's end this, Lyan," he said, his voice filled with resolve.
