A rain of arrows descended.
Within moments, the tightly packed formation of corrupted corpses exploded into clouds of blood mist. Countless unlucky ones tripped over the bodies of their companions and were trampled to death.
The bows of the Nightfall Domain were powerful war bows with heavy arrows—not the weak hunting bows of common folk.
Before the corpse tide had even reached the defensive line, it had already endured three consecutive waves of dense arrow volleys.
"Roar—!"
Braving the relentless barrage of ranged fire, the corrupted corpses rapidly closed in on the temporary defenses.
"Cavalry—charge!"
"Charge!"
Behind the corpse horde erupted a hoarse, fanatical roar, followed by the thunder of galloping hooves. The demi-human cavalry and the newly formed human riders numbered fewer than fifty, yet their momentum drowned out the noise of thousands of corrupted corpses.
