A Demon lending a Hand
The Werewolf guards were surrounded and for the first time ever, neither their size nor their speed seemed to be able to help them in this situation.
The Undead, grotesque creatures of the non-living were unforgiving as they pulled the werewolves one after the other to join their ranks.
Before the Guard commander, he saw the Undead army kill his men and also watched as they joined its ranks, swelling its army with the defenders that had once sworn to defend.
This was a real morale damper. This could not be helped. Seeing their brothers and sisters whom they had called a part of their blood only moments ago become lifeless walking dead with Purple glowing eyes was a venom that poisoned their zeal to battle.
Some of them even hesitated attacking their previous comrades forgetting the fact that they had now passed on.