The ramparts became clashing points as each defender played their part in repelling the horde.
The elves' arrows hummed through the air, their tips glowing with enchantments that set undead flesh ablaze.
Seraph's crossbowmen reloaded with practiced ease, their bolts coated in a toxin that paralyzed any limb it pierced!
The toxins they used were the ones that Shinja had created that were capable of solidifying blood! The Zombies may not be able to feel pain or die from ingesting poison, but they still possess black or sometimes green blood in their bodies.
Below them, the ground was littered with fallen zombies—evidence of both the estate's formidable defenses and its inhabitants' relentless assault.
As Lucas and Gene continued to survey and call out positions, their reports became a guiding rhythm for their comrades' deadly dance.
