"Will this town be destroyed today?" Many could not help but think this very thought, their minds trembling on the precipice of absolute despair.
On the battle street, the undead servants charged forward fearlessly as if the incoming attacks had nothing to do with them. They moved as silent reapers through a field soon to be harvested.
"Shield!"
Thoren commanded through the mental link. Instantly and among the dozens of undead servants, five undead shield wielding soldiers stepped forward with mechanical precision.
They raised their heavy shields to welcome the attack. Their movements were synchronized like a single monstrous entity.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground trembled vehemently under the onslaught. Sparks flew everywhere like dying stars. Many people widened their mouths, waiting to see how a mere shield was going to withstand such an overwhelming attack.
Breath caught in countless throats.
