Far away from that battlefield, on a different continent, in a pit that went down several hundred meters into the ground, a small crack had appeared.
This pit was riddled with bodies, some decayed to the bone, others partly turned to dust and ash. This pit was once a battlefield of its own, in a battle between forces much larger and stronger than the abnormals fighting in the Elven forests.
The surrounding land was as desolate as the sight of thousands of fossilized skeletons. The crack that had appeared at the bottom of this pit was leaking red miasma, and faint cries could be heard beyond it.
But no one was around to hear these or see the forming tear. The red miasma escaping from the crack soon reached the first nearby skeletons.
When the slithering smoke of red wrapped around the bones, it started vibrating. Soon after, the eyes glowed red, before the skeleton rose to its feet.
