Black Island, the dual-blade user Marvin had completed the deployments at both ends of Black Island's narrow bridge.
Recently, there had indeed been a continual stream of Undead attacking, and they were extremely difficult to deal with, fearlessly and fiercely.
He believed he had figured out Lind's plan, which involved having the Undead launch relentless attacks to prevent his side from resting, and then crossing the bridge quickly with the speed of lightning when his forces were exhausted.
Everyone was employing straightforward strategies, so it would come down to who could hold out the longest.
"No, something's not right!"
After a long vigil, Marvin sensed something amiss, "Sentinels, have you seen where Lind's troops have gone?"
The number of Undead was increasing, but they couldn't form an effective offensive and would always be scattered after a while on the island.
The one who should be worried now was Lind. Could it be that he wasn't in a hurry at all?
