The two days that passed were both too long and too short. After detecting the approach of the undead army, all of Elvenheim and Theo were busy preparing for the unprecedented battle. Although it wasn’t perfect, they did their best.

The brilliant amulets hanging around the elves’ necks, the arrows in their quivers, and the wide ward surrounding the south were all Theo’s work. It was the result of using his magic power to the limit that could be recovered, without wasting even one hour.

This is all I can do.

On the front line at the outskirts of the southern forest, Theo blinked slowly. Since when had his vision already surpassed his physical limits? He could see the movements of the countless undead beyond the horizon that even the elves couldn’t see. They were monsters that didn’t need to breathe, so the barren Red Plateau couldn’t stop the corpses from marching.

The ugly wave was overflowing over the horizon.

... Ahh, the parent tree.”

“Our ancestors, please protect us!”

The elves who saw it first started praying. They had seen the rotten flesh, blood flowing...