On the hillside, Bado looked down below.
The intermittent explosions came from the trenches; they were harassment tactics from the Fungus Castle during battle intervals, extremely annoying.
He passed through the trenches.
The dwarves had the best craftsmen; even these temporary fortifications were sturdy and fully functional.
However, the current issue was not the strength of the fortifications, but rather the morale of the troops.
As he walked, the warriors' eyes no longer held the excitement and bravery from when they first arrived. Sunken eyes showed more apathy and fear of the unknown future.
This was inevitable. Anyone who clearly realized their opponents could return as undead monsters within three days would fall into such self-doubt.
More so, recently, some injured dwarves had started growing mycelium on their bodies...
