As the leaders of both sides confronted each other, a terrible phenomenon was occurring on the border. A fraction of Nídhöggur’s power was coalescing!

The power coming from the land of the dead wasn’t enough to strengthen Jerem and the Four Horsemen, but it was sucked into the bodies of the undead army. It was poisonous mana to normal life, but there was no better energy for the undead.

Animate Dead, the most basic yet feared spell of necromancers, was being cast with the power of a dragon’s breath behind it.

Kuoooooh!

Shattered armor reformed as the restored doom knights roared vigorously. The holes the arrows had left in the bodies of the undead closed, and the liches that had been reduced to ashes were returned to their prime. Close to half of the undead that had been wiped out in the preemptive attack came back to life, making it literally a nightmare.

The tide of battle was falling to one side as the rocks thrown by the ents and the arrows from the archers lost their strength against the undead army.

I never imagined this. How should I respond?

A few kilometers behind the front lines, Titania observed the ghastly phenomenon through Geros’ eyes. Should she...