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

was about 10:1, in favor of the forces of the undying.

~WHOOOOOM!~

quality, the Grand Elementals

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

the Grand Elementals cared for

or relied on Magic-like effects to break into the vanguard, completely 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, an Elemental could perish due to its Mana being eaten away and corrupted by Miasma. However, this was

simply

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

undying ones, however, these weren't

energy that surrounded them was more than

was

thin out at a rapid pace—almost as if the opposite of Miasma Poisoning

of the Undead was being carried out

Yes… the slaughter.

entities weren't immortal. They were simply very difficult to kill—not only due to the

if their heads were blasted off, Undead entities would keep fighting. They were machines that spread

abilities, making them practically

is by destroying every facet of their body—preferably in one

off a limb, slice off the head, or even decapitate the head. That wasn't

in the very destruction that they liked to dish out. By destroying their entire

had some special regenerative Skills, their chances of survival were

did they maintain the

meant they were major threats and worthy challenges for

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

didn't really stand a chance

sacks of rotting meant to be completely obliterated

and they were much stronger than normal Undead, but that did them

was simply due to a difference

Undead often served as Generals, based on the formation the army implemented, which meant they were placed at the

A-Tier be

due to the inability of the Elves to deal any lasting damage on the Undead,

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 three

no way such an

based on the instructions of their Master—seemed to

died so quickly and easily made them appear

… So powerless.

would think that help would come

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