The undead army he had summoned stood behind him, a silent, grim of soldiers with lifeless eyes and broken bodies, waiting for the command to strike.
"Get into formation!" Vardy shouted over the chaos, his voice hoarse from the smoke and noise. "We'll hold them here, keep the streets clear."
His allies, Selene, Luthor, and the rest of the ragtag group, rushed to take their places. But as they moved, the ground shook again, and Vardy's senses prickled. Something wasn't right.
The ground beneath his boots seemed to ripple, as though the earth itself was reacting to the immense forces clashing above it. He turned just in time to see a group of Altana charging through the smoke.
They moved with military precision, expertly encircling the group.
"Fall back!" Luthor ordered, his voice tight with panic. "They're too many."
Vardy's undead army began to clash with the mercenaries, the sound of bones snapping and metal clanging echoing in every direction.
