The rain poured relentlessly over the ruined town as the knights continued cutting down the undead that staggered through the streets.
The earlier panic and hesitation had long vanished from the forces under Eric and Miri's command. What replaced it instead was exhaustion.
The kind that settled deep into the bones after hours of nonstop fighting.
The streets were littered with corpses. Some belonged to the undead they had put down while some were of those who hadn't been fortunate enough to survive till their arrival. The rainwater that flowed through the streets had long turned murky red and yet the purification mana infused within the rain continuously washed over the land, preventing the overwhelming dead mana from settling properly.
Eric swung his blazing sword through another undead that lunged at one of the knights before he quickly turned his horse around.
"Take the survivors toward the medical camp!" He shouted.
