The clash began!
Rey's army of a hundred thousand inevitably met against the seemingly uncountable number of Undead that had made the Eastern continent their new home. These creatures resembled no single monster, but were an amalgamation of various creatures.
They had pitch-black flesh, with purplish energy around them to complement their glowing purple eyes. They were incredibly fast and strong, each possessing distinct Skills from all the Monsters they were a part of.
Naturally, they also contaminated anything they touched.
'I can see why the Elves easily lost.' Rey reasoned silently. 'But…'
His eyes were on his army, and his lips curled up to form a beautiful smile once he witnessed the clash.
'… They don't stand a chance against our forces.'
Rey's army easily bulldozed the army of Undead that surrounded them.
