The wave of spirits swept the battlefield. With the priests incapacitated with darkness, the rest of the army had no recourse.
The kingdom's first knight became an undead knight in full plate armor. His mere form struck the enemy's heart. They ran away, but the undead knight chased them and drove his spectral lance through three enemies in a single strike.
Meanwhile, a former queen raised her hands to conjure a storm that blew away the soldiers to unimaginable heights before dropping them to their deaths.
The enemy forces screamed as countless unimaginable foes fought them.
"F-Fall back!"
Another commander yelled, but it was too late.
One of the enemy captains, still gripping his sword, ran away. But couldn't go far and found himself face to face with an undead Aurelian warlord.
The warlord grinned and then swung his axe. The next moment, the captain fell in two.
Within moments, the battlefield became a graveyard.
