The battlefield was filled with ten thousand soldiers. Though outnumbered, their disciplined ranks and fierce gazes overshadowed the shambling, chaotic undead army. Leading them were the enigmatic black mages.1

“What… are those?”0

Herdin's eyes twitched with disbelief. Those were neither part of the Mahal Tribe, nor the undead. But that didn’t make any sense! After all, the world was supposed to have nothing but the Mahal and the undead.0

Kim Do-Joon lazily curled his fingers in a beckoning motion. The soldiers behind him surged forward, their unified steps thundering across the battlefield. As they charged past, the force of their movement brushed against him while his sharp gaze swept the field.0

Herdin clicked his tongue in annoyance and roared, “Tsk. Attack!” 0

The undead army began its counteroffensive, surging forward like a relentless tide. Soon, the two forces clashed at the front lines.0

Swoosh!0

Clang!0

Boom!0

The sounds of flesh being torn, metal striking metal, and the earth trembling filled the air.0

The shadow soldiers hacked and stabbed at the ghouls. The undead, generally weaker in strength and coordination,...0