"They're all gone? How is that possible? We just sent an army of 10,000 undead at them. Although they were mostly low-level undead, they couldn't have been eradicated so quickly, could they?"
Liches' expressions were typically hard to read, but Feyman's flickering soulfire and the way he loudly popped his fingerbones indicated his incredible shock and disbelief.
Immediately after receiving authority he had unhesitatingly organized an undead ambush. Even though it consisted of mostly newly-born skeletons and low-level zombies that could be barely passable as undead soldiers, the fact that they reached 10,000 in number meant that they were still a threat. A teeming, endless mass of pitch-black undead would be quite the frightening sight by itself. However, some high-level undead were mixed in to help control the situation, with two liches serving as the army's commanders—this wasn't a case of purely sending cannon fodder at the enemy.
