Battlefield Drowning in Darkness
Back on the battlefield, Lane continued to fight.
The sky above had become dim beneath layers of dark clouds and corrupt mana. The earth was stained black and red, littered with shattered bones, broken weapons, and the remains of fallen undead.
Every breath carried the smell of blood.
Every step echoed with the sound of battle.
Lane stood atop a mound of destroyed skeletons, her black hair fluttering behind her as she looked toward the endless army marching from the horizon.
"Still coming..."
Her voice was quiet.
Yet everyone nearby heard it.
The undead showed no fear.
No hesitation.
No exhaustion.
Wave after wave continued advancing like a black ocean.
A few surviving fighters exchanged uneasy glances.
"How many have we killed already?"
"I stopped counting hours ago."
"At this rate there won't be an end to them."
Lane didn't answer.
Instead, she leaped forward once more.
Her body blurred through the battlefield.
