Rumble————
On the battlefield of Hades, undead creatures gather like a natural disaster from all directions, their eyes flickering with light points forming a continuous expanse. From a high vantage point, the long river of fireflies stirs the waves of the Foggy Sea ceaselessly, injecting a touch of murderous intent into the cold quietude.
Sukra stood among a line of Death Banshees, measuring two meters tall, the shortest of the group, standing like a lackey.
Thirty or forty Death Banshees all wore the same tattered gray robes, with long legs towering at least two and a half meters. Sukra blended in among them, looking like she was malnourished.
Being malnourished was one thing, but her skills seemed malnourished too.
The summons of the other Death Banshees were imposing in appearance and numerous in count. Any Skeletal Behemoth summoned could call thousands of Skeleton Soldiers.
The army advanced boldly with resounding pride.
