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.

they were only

much fewer. The ratio was

~WHOOOOOM!~

In terms of quality, the Grand Elementals were not lacking in

echoes similar to whispers, the Elementals bravely charged into battle. They cared not for the wave of Miasma

the Grand Elementals cared for

wrecking the formation of the Undead with the overwhelming strength that they had. Unlike with living entities, Elementals could not particularly suffer from Miasma Poisoning. If the Miasma in the atmosphere was too intense,

simply a

a barrier. In a way, this served as a form of passive protection, while also doing their best to

the undying ones, however, these

all of whom shared a very intense climate of Mana. The pressure of pure energy that surrounded them was more than enough to counteract the effects of the Miasma that oozed out of

it was even

began to thin out at a rapid

as this was happening, the slaughter of the Undead was being

Yes… the slaughter.

were simply very difficult to kill—not only due to

keep fighting. They were machines that spread nothing but chaos

had regenerative abilities, making

to completely eliminate an Undead is by

wasn't to simply cut off a limb, slice off the head, or

to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting them ablaze, or crushing them beyond

had some special regenerative Skills, their chances of

the Level that they

threats and worthy

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

didn't really stand a chance at

of rotting meant to be completely obliterated

they had the advantage of numbers, and they were much stronger than normal Undead, but that did them no benefit when facing the

was simply due to a

A-Tier. The A-Tier Undead often served as Generals, based on the formation the army implemented, which meant they were placed at

would an A-Tier be

the Undead, and even if they did, only the small fry would suffer it. However, it worked to their detriment when facing

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 to at least two or

no way such an Undead

the Undead—despite performing their best, based on the instructions of their Master—seemed to not be

died so quickly and easily

… So powerless.

think that help would come from

and as such… they were supposed to serve as an active backup for the footsoldiers. Unfortunately for the Undead Army, even the Dragons were