"Quick! Quick! Get moving! Get in formation!" like a perfectly timed machine, the instant the champion of life had been felled, the barrier shuddered, struggling against the might of the undead legion, the very second they began cracks began forming upon its surface, from the darkness, a three-fingered hand emerged, wrapping around the pyramid of brilliant life, tightening its grip, the entire thing creaking and squeaking under its grasp.
The lines of soldiers, thousands of them, saw visions of ruins, it had barely begun and it seemed like their lifeline was already on the verge of shattering, they hadn't even done anything.
The grasp of the unseen skeletal giant loosened suddenly, as its hand and arm suddenly bursted into fine bone meal, the glint of copper flashing by for a brief instant, landing at the forefront of the dazed soldiers.
Pierre-Ornée was with them, that's right, they had more champions fighting alongside them.
