"Defend!"
"Defend!"
The Guard Captain shouted, veins bulging on his forehead with sweat dripping down from the corners of his face.
His voice had already become hoarse from repeatedly issuing commands.
Blood was splattered across his breastplate armor, while one corner seemed to have been chipped off during the fierce battle.
Around him, the patrol guards and the gate security guard all formed small groups to fight the undead soldiers.
They moved together, supporting one another as they desperately resisted the relentless attack.
Even then, the situation was grim and deadly. Any slight mistake would result in their doom. One careless movement was enough to cost an entire group their lives.
As the strongest among them, the Guard Captain took it upon himself to command the battle. He knew that if he lost his bearing, then everyone would be doomed.
"Don't let them breach your defense!"
"Shields! Shields!"
