As the army marched, gusts of mountain wind continuously blew towards them from the northeast. The distant horizon had become blurred. As the army advanced, the land gradually turned dark; the undead corruption spread across the earth, and the woods, affected by vampire corruption, had all withered. They looked like dying elders, completely curled together.
The mountain wind carried the scent of dead bones and the distinct dampness of graves, while the upper waters of the Grismore river rushed rapidly, washing over the riverbanks.
The Undead Army was nearing.
