While outside the palace was filled with chaotic battles, inside was on another level entirely.
In every corner of the palace, thunderous sounds raged as weapons clashed against flesh. Every corridor had become a battlefield stained with blood.
Miserable cries echoed through the air continuously. Panic and despair spread throughout the palace like wildfire.
At the left outermost part of the palace, one of the Elders was covered in blood. His breathing was erratic, with blood dripping from the corners of his lips.
Since they had never prepared for battle, none of the Elders wore their armor or had their weapons with them.
Everything had happened far too suddenly.
They could only depend on their sharp claws and stingers to attack.
Unfortunately, their enemies were the undead. Even with weapons, their chances of survival would have been slim, but without weapons...
