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

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

~WHOOOOOM!~

the Grand Elementals were

blurs of 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 glared at them with immense killing

the Grand Elementals cared

conjured up weapons, 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

was simply a

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

undying ones, however, these weren't regular

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

was even

rapid pace—almost

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

Yes… the slaughter.

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

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

even had regenerative abilities, making them

an Undead is by

limb, slice off the head,

the very destruction that they liked to dish out. By destroying their entire bodies—either by setting

they had some special regenerative Skills, their chances of

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

major threats and worthy challenges for the Grand

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!~

… Or not.

didn't really stand a

but sacks of rotting meant

advantage of numbers, and they were much stronger than normal Undead, but that did them no

was simply due to a difference

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 were placed at the rear

A-Tier be encountered

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. However, it worked to their detriment when facing the

even comprehend what was happening, but by the time the A-Tier Undead was encountered, it was left vulnerable to at least two or

way such an Undead

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

died so quickly and easily

… So powerless.

help would come from

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