The human Awakeners stood frozen for a heartbeat, their faces tight with tension as the monstrous Zombie Horde surged toward them like a living tidal wave. The sheer scale of it—the sound, the stench, the killing intent—was enough to make even seasoned veterans feel the weight of death pressing down on them.
But there was no turning back now.
Retreat wasn't an option.
This was it.
A warrior's glory was forged in blood, and today's battle would be carved into the stone of history.
"Kill them all!"
With a unified roar, the human forces drew their weapons. In a synchronized motion, blazing Lightsabers ignited in their hands—each one a beam of searing energy, humming with lethal promise.
Every elite soldier had one. It was standard issue for the best of the best.
And now, the two forces—humanity and the undead—collided like crashing waves.
Chaos erupted instantly.
