Cullen felt like his army's assault was rather comical this time, where they attacked aggressively, but retreated with their heads held low. He expected a strong start, but not a weak finish. If he was leading a human army, perhaps their morale would have fallen to rock bottom by now. However, just as Rhode expected, the Undead Army didn't have morale at all. They had no frustrations, negative emotions, and feared nothing—because they were the personification of despair.
Even though Cullen had a hard time in his battles, the other Undead Generals didn't laugh in his face. The emergence of an ancient heritage was totally unexpected and not even ten Cullens could resist the strength that came from its origin. It was especially so when they looked up at the golden radiance enveloping the entire sky. No matter what, every creature would respect it regardless of positions.
But respect wasn't an excuse for failure.
