"My God, the rebels are attacking again."
A dirt-covered soldier pointed toward the distant hills in despair, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
A gray-black tide stretched across the horizon like a filthy flood. The entire mass was made up of corrupted creatures. Countless ragged banners fluttered among them, most of them torn flags from Griffin.
There was no doubt where they had come from.
The Imperial Army.
At least, they had been Imperial soldiers when they were still alive.
"Catapults! Ballistae! Open fire!" Baron Breus of the Hinton family roared like a madman.
"Yes…"
The soldiers answered weakly as they operated the fortress catapults and launched massive stones into the advancing horde.
The enormous boulders crashed into the dense ranks of corpses, instantly carving bloody paths through the swarm, shattering bones and crushing bodies into pieces.
Yet not a single soldier cheered.
They had witnessed this scene countless times already.
