"They're dead... all of them are dead."
The elite undead scouts from Heartland stood frozen, horror etched across their faces as they stared at the mountain of corpses and the rivers of blood. The stench was overwhelming.
Nyssara and Abyssion lay among the dead, their heads pierced clean through by blades—brutal, merciless kills. Even the distant Clearwater Lake had been stained red with blood.
It was a massacre. A complete and utter slaughter.
"How the hell did this happen?"
"Even Lady Nyssara's dead?!"
"We need to report this to the boss—now!"
Without wasting another second, the undead scrambled back into their aircraft and took off in a panic, racing back toward Heartland.
At the very heart of the Necroterra continent—where the undead population was densest—stood the domain of the Five Warlords of the Heartland.
