An Extra’s POV

"ROOOOOOOAAAAAARRR!!!"

The loud screeches of the undying ones rushed through the air like a perverse trumpet. As their coarse, bitter sound resounded throughout the battlefield, the ground shook as a result of their march… just as the air trembled as a result of their flight.

The army of death—the very one that every single Elf had feared for months now—were marching towards them in hordes unseen before.

A few thousand Dragons decorated the sky, but the majority of forces came from the Monsters that looked just as grotesque as—if not more than—the Undead Dragons.

Their rotting flesh was held in place by the disturbing Miasma that filtered around the individual members of the army and formed a cloud over the entire group.

Their threatening presence was enough to—

~BOOOOOOOOOOM!~

The first projectile that was launched from the Camp of the Elves marked the start of their own march—both figuratively and literally.

It was all a blur, but the 'thing' that was thrust into the air by the Elves and one of their trebuchet-looking catapults was able to instantly obliterate one of the Undead Dragons that charged towards them.

The horrid creature's entire body was set ablaze in an advent of flames and pressure, completely reducing to dust in only a few seconds.

There was no moment of silence that followed.

The army of the dead could show no hesitation, and so they merely kept marching forward. Unfortunately for them, they weren't the only army that lacked the shackles of emotions.

"RISEEEEE!!!"

As those words burst out into the air—spoken by the voices of all the Elves within the barricaded Camp—yet another miracle happened.

~RUMBLE!~

The earth began to shake.

~RUMBLE!~

It parted, creating a straight line across the earth which made way for the new participants in the battle. ~RUMBLE!~

Their emergence caused the air around to undulate. It felt like everything around them was unraveling as they arose from their depths—the Grand Elementals.

Flames. Water. Earth. Wind. Lightning.

One of these base Elements made up each Elemental, and there was enough variety among them that the battleground soon became a colorful field. No longer was it painted in black, matched with a dreary splash of purple. Instead, it seemed flowers—or perhaps glorious lanterns of bright colors—had sprung out of the earth to add a new flavor to the canvas of death.

Each Grand Elemental stood proud and tall, all of them bursting with abundant Mana and an intensity of the element they represented.

were only

much fewer. The ratio was about 10:1, in favor of the forces of the

~WHOOOOOM!~

terms of quality, the Grand Elementals were

to whispers, the Elementals bravely charged into battle. They cared not for the wave of Miasma they were headed for, or the horrible Undead that glared at them with

cared for was the

not particularly suffer from Miasma

simply a

had to constantly keep up a barrier. In a way, this served as a form of passive protection, while also doing their

undying ones, however, these weren't

energy that surrounded them was more than enough to counteract the

was even

Undead began to thin out at a rapid pace—almost as if the opposite of Miasma Poisoning was taking

slaughter of the Undead was being carried out by the

Yes… the slaughter.

kill—not only due to the Miasma, but also due to

blasted off, Undead entities would keep fighting. They were machines that spread nothing but chaos

making them practically impossible to deal

only way to completely eliminate an Undead is by destroying every facet

cut off a limb, slice off the head, or even decapitate the

they liked to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting them

special regenerative Skills, their

they maintain the Level that they

major threats and worthy challenges for

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

didn't really stand a chance at

sacks of rotting meant to be completely obliterated by

they had the advantage of numbers, and they were much stronger than

was simply due to a difference in

Monsters were B or C Tier, with a few being A-Tier. The A-Tier Undead often served as Generals, based on the formation the army implemented,

A-Tier be encountered

to the inability of the Elves to deal any lasting damage on the Undead, and even if

the latter much faster than the average Monster, easily sweeping through them and destroying them before they could even comprehend what was happening, but by the time the A-Tier Undead was encountered, it was left vulnerable

no way such an Undead would

based on the instructions

way they died so quickly and easily made

… So powerless.

would think that help

such… they were supposed to serve as an active backup for the footsoldiers. Unfortunately