Grace?
The Undead, discovering their aura rapidly strengthening, displayed hints of joy on their faces, yet Lind was somewhat perplexed.
Elemental creatures from a Different Plane serving as "good helpers".
Suddenly, one of the Undead let out a terrifying scream.
His body ignited by flames, his skin burned away instantly, revealing blood-red flesh and veins writhing slowly with each heartbeat.
The armor on him cracked open.
Each muscle acted on its own accord, writhing free of its constraints, transforming into an array of tentacles.
Blood spurted out, and in the end, it turned into a mushy, soft mass.
It did not completely lose its life, in fact, in Lind's eyes, the thing's vitality grew even stronger.
More and more of the Undead began to transform.
Their exploding bodies interconnected, eventually forming a demarcation line, separating Lind's army from Duke Hein's castle defenders.
An ocean of nauseating, slick, bloody tentacles.
