At almost the exact same moment, both Michaels stopped retreating.
Their hands lowered and struck the surface of the black water.
"Death Ground."
Both voices seemed to overlap across the battlefield as dark mist exploded outward from their bodies and poured across the battlefield like a flood.
Within seconds, the black water around Michael had disappeared beneath rolling layers of dark energy. It swallowed the battlefield beneath a dark haze, winding around the bodies of the undead.
The moment Michael's undead came under its influence, their auras changed.
Unfortunately, just as Michael's undead were benefiting from his Death Ground, across the battlefield the same thing was happening.
Just like that, the advantage Michael had hoped to create vanished before it could even exist.
Instead, the battlefield simply became more violent.
BOOM!
