The tide of Black Mist surged, and the Golden Sun plummeted.
But,
The scenario where both directly collided did not occur.
Above the Black Mist tide, countless powerful Undead revealed their forms.
There was a Giant Dragon, cloaked in black scale armor, its eyes embodying endless Death;
An Abomination resembling a flesh mountain, one hand shaped like a hook and the other holding a butcher's cleaver;
Knights riding on warhorses, Wizards holding deadwood Staffs, and Vampires revealing their fangs...
And so on and so forth!
Countless high-level Undead clearly emerged from within the Black Mist tide, and in perfect unison...or rather as a whole, they launched their attacks at what lay before them.
Dirge of Frost and Death!
The Malevolent Decline of Life Slash!
Death Impact!
Shadow Canopy!
All these numerous attacks shared one commonality; even those with blood, venom, or mental-based attacks also glimmered with a profoundly deep and terrifying black light.
