All of a sudden, the entire battlefield was teeming with the corpses which has fallen on the frontlines and even from the buried bones of ancient wars, from nameless graves across the continent, it was the carnival of the dead.
Seeing the crawling undead standing all around them, the soldiers' expressions paled before someone screamed as a rotting body of a comrade clawed upward, and this soldier was the first, as all the undead seemed to have the same purpose. Moreover, they didn't discriminate between the Dead and Life Factions!
With eyes glowing faint blue or green, skeletal fingers tightening around rusted blades. Across the continent, cities wailed as long-buried ancestors rose from beneath homes and cemeteries. From beneath forests, from beneath rivers, from beneath mountains—they clawed their way back.
The Death March had begun!
