The sudden shift in the atmosphere was palpable. Valerius, who only moments ago felt like the conqueror of the century, felt his stomach drop. His horse, a seasoned war-stallion that had charged into a dozen battles, began to foam at the mouth, backpedaling in sheer instinctual terror.
"Don't break formation bastards! It is just necromancy! We have the Priests of Sareth! We have the Holy Water of the Koran Temples! Shields up! Holy light, activate!"
Responding to his command, hundreds of priests in white robes stepped forward behind the front lines. They raised their golden staves, chanting in a frantic, high-pitched unison.
Immediately, a wave of shimmering white radiance swept across the field, designed to turn undead marrow into dust and banish dark spirits back to the abyss.
In any other war, this would have decimated a skeletal horde.
