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

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

~WHOOOOOM!~

of quality, the Grand Elementals were not lacking in

light, and echoes similar 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

Grand Elementals cared for

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

simply a

Elementals had to constantly keep up a barrier. In a way, this served as a form of passive

ones, however, these weren't

were Grand Elementals, all of whom shared a very intense climate of Mana. The pressure of pure energy that surrounded them

it was

Undead began to thin out at a rapid

slaughter of the Undead was being

Yes… the slaughter.

to kill—not only

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

even had regenerative abilities, making them practically impossible to

way to completely eliminate an Undead is

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

the very destruction that they liked to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting them ablaze, or crushing them beyond recovery—the

regenerative Skills, their chances of survival were

was high. Not only did they maintain the Level that they had during their lifetime, but they

threats and

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

really stand a chance at

of rotting meant to be completely obliterated by their

much stronger than normal Undead, but that

simply due to a difference in

Undead 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, which meant they

would an A-Tier be encountered

would have worked perfectly well due to the inability of the Elves to deal any lasting damage on the Undead, and even if they did, only the small fry would suffer it.

only were the latter much faster than the average Monster, easily sweeping through them and destroying them before they could even comprehend what was happening, but

no way such an Undead would

based on the instructions of

way they died so quickly and easily made them

… So powerless.

would think that help would come

to serve as an active backup for the footsoldiers. Unfortunately for the Undead