People pushed past one another in desperation, trampling the weak in their attempt to escape.
Some fell and never got back up.
Others were shoved aside without mercy.
The previously lively atmosphere had vanished completely.
In the face of danger, humanity revealed its true nature.
Survival came above all else.
Thoren did not waste time observing for too long. He understood the situation clearly.
Without hesitation, he summoned his undead.
Two figures materialized beside him.
The Undead Royal Stonewall.
The Undead Storm Tyrant.
Both stood tall and imposing, clad in heavy steel armor that covered them from head to toe under their black hood robe.
Their presence alone exuded an overwhelming pressure.
To further enhance their combat ability, Thoren had equipped them with reinforced gauntlets in addition to their primary weapons.
One wielded a massive sword.
The other carried a heavy hammer.
Fully armed and prepared, they looked like unstoppable war machines.
