Death constantly collided and obliterated.
Skeletons kept piling up and trampling on each other.
The battle of the undead converged into a splendid symphony, forming long lines of performance, gradually rising toward a dense climax.
Ultimately, as the performance neared its peak amidst constant shaking... it was interrupted.
"Tuck, Tuck, wake up quickly!"
Tuck, slowly opening his eyes, shoved away Taniru, who was frantically shaking him.
This guy must have been trying to push me over on purpose!
"What's happening?" Tuck rubbed his brow.
This guy really knew how to pick his moment, Tuck was just about to completely cleanse the pollution from the Dark Sun.
But he was woken up by Taniru.
Lucky I don't have OCD. Otherwise, Taniru would have had to shed some blood today.
"It's getting hard to hold the line," Taniru pointed outside.
"It's been just over a day since the outbreak of Undead, weren't we supposed to hold for two or three days?"
