In the wasteland of a battlefield, even though both sides tacitly avoided the only group of buildings nearby, the land here was still filled with countless craters as every inch of land was washed over countless times with magic.
Black undead crawled out from the black earth, answering their master's summons to join the battlefield. However, this was "clean earth" that didn't have a single skeleton within it. These seemingly ordinary skeleton soldiers were nothing more than puppets created from the aura of death.
These false undead that had no souls would requiere twice the usual mana cost to summon. However, their effectiveness for undead magic would be lower than even the weakest goblin corpses.
"Dawn, cleanse them all."
I only needed to lift up my holy sword, and my light of cleansing would instantly cause these artificial skeletons to scatter. The faintly shining Tower of Holy Light off in the distance could even give me additional strength.
