The first crack splintered through the heavy wooden doors like the snapping of brittle bone. It wasn't a single hit, but rather the result of the constant, unrelenting pressure from the horde outside, undead bodies piling against the entrance like a tidal wave of rot. A deep groaning noise reverberated through the nave, the heavy wooden straining against the onslaught. I killed a solid hundred of them, with he help of Ronan, so there couldn't be that many left, right? Right?
"Shit," Vance hissed, sword flashing as he took his place in front of the doors. "We don't have long."
