The scene opened with a chilling tableau of horror—a horde of ravenous zombies descending upon another village. The undead creatures tore through the streets, their insatiable hunger driving them to consume anything in their path. The air was thick with the sickening stench of death as chaos reigned supreme. The once-thriving village now lay in ruin, a grim reminder of the relentless march of the undead.
In an instant, the scene shifted, transporting the narrative to the heart of Windmere. Sir Everard and Lady Eveline stood in the castle courtyard, their faces grave as they awaited an audience with General Eldric. The general, a seasoned warrior with a stern demeanor, approached them, his eyes reflecting the weight of the world.
"Sir Everard, Lady Eveline," General Eldric's voice was grim as he addressed them. "The king has dispatched a message. Another village, Ravensbrook, has fallen victim to the same fate as the others. It seems the plague continues to spread."
As the general spoke, a sense of urgency filled the air. The message from the king, delivered via a scroll, carried with it a foreboding sense of doom. The ravaging of yet another village cast a shadow over their realm, underscoring the dire need for action.
"The king has ordered that we investigate Ravensbrook immediately," General Eldric continued. "The survivors have reported a gruesome scene similar to what you just witnessed. It's a harrowing sight."
Sir Everard exchanged a meaningful look with Lady Eveline, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The horrors they had witnessed before had not been isolated incidents; the undead plague was spreading, leaving devastation in its wake.
"We leave at first light," General Eldric declared, his voice resolute. "Prepare yourselves and your companions. Time is of the essence, and we cannot afford to delay."
As the general departed to make preparations, Sir Everard and Lady Eveline were left standing in the courtyard, their thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. The echoes of the fallen villages and the images of the horde of zombies were etched in their minds, driving them to action.
With determination burning in their hearts, the two knights turned to face the challenges that awaited. The road ahead was fraught with peril, but with their swords at their sides and their unwavering bond, they were prepared to confront the darkness head-on. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the castle grounds, they knew that the battle against the undead plague was far from over, and their resolve to protect their realm burned brighter than ever.