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

the Undead Army, they were much fewer. The ratio was about 10:1, in

~WHOOOOOM!~

of quality, the Grand Elementals

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

Elementals cared for

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

was simply

up a barrier. In a way, this served as a form

the undying ones, however, these weren't

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 the

it was

thin out at a rapid pace—almost as if the

as this was happening, the slaughter of the Undead was being carried out by

Yes… the slaughter.

simply very difficult to kill—not only due to the Miasma, but also due to

their heads were blasted off, Undead entities would keep fighting. They

making

such, the only way to completely eliminate an Undead is by destroying every facet of their

limb, slice off the

that they liked to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting them ablaze, or crushing them beyond recovery—the Undead would have no way

they had some special regenerative Skills, their chances of survival were

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

and worthy challenges for the Grand

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

didn't really stand a chance at

sacks of rotting meant to be completely obliterated by their

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

reason was simply due to

A-Tier. The A-Tier Undead often served

A-Tier

on the Undead, and even if

before they could even comprehend what was happening, but by the time

no way such an Undead would

Undead—despite performing their best, based on the instructions of their

they died so quickly and

… So powerless.

would think that help

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