On one side of the frozen grass, a horde of undead had grouped up. Among them were goblins, and spiders, and with the greatest number were Crystallce. They stood motionless, awaiting their command.
The moment they gathered together, they received their orders. The command they were given was simple: kill their opponents or die trying.
Across the field, a group of five crystallce was traveling the field. They had even decided to make their entry grand as on top of the grass they had laid a sheet of ice.
An eerie silence hung over the dome before it was disrupted by the rumbling sound of the ground. Hundreds of undead monsters started advancing toward the group, closing the gap between them with each passing moment.
The group didn't hesitate and continued their advance despite being faced with the terrifying onslaught of hundreds of undead. As if they knew they were against the foe who didn't have the capabilities to think on their own.
