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Just two days after the players had assisted the Nissians in setting up their defenses, the first wave of undead creatures from the Nether Gate surged forth.
The deep growls came first, followed by the rotten, decaying scent of death spreading visibly on a grand scale, accompanied by the appearance of grotesquely shaped flesh constructs.
The Nether Gate was suspended in midair, with the evil green glow of evil spirits intertwining into a vile cloud layer, illuminating the dim cavern with an unstoppable atmosphere of fear.
Some Nissian warriors had already begun to feel their legs weaken.
No matter the preventative measures taken or the doctrine written about the duty to combat evil, the fear was inevitably affecting them.
"We really have to fight these monsters?"
Someone murmured in a low voice.
A chill crawled up his spine.
The condition of those around him wasn't any better.
They had been at peace for far too long.
