The Empire's mages didn't fare any better.
Source Magic spells had a much wider range than normal tier five magic, and the Dead King's army had escaped the notice of the sentinels. Those patrolling the city walls died before conjuring a single rune, while those in the safety of the garrison's arrays had no idea what to do.
"We're under an attack of unknown origin." The Mage Captain said to the headquarters via his communication amulet. "Something pitch-black is pressing against our barriers. It blocks our sight and hearing. We're completely isolated.
"I request immediate assistance and instructions." No elite forces were stationed in Drenghen, and the local mages were unsuited to fight anyone stronger than criminal gangs and rogue mages.
"Fuck!" Rusta the Banshee, lieutenant colonel of the Night Court, stared at the massacre through a surveillance mirror. "This wasn't supposed to happen. Not a single Upyr is moving towards our base.
