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As the battle between the two sides stopped after a one-sided victory, a gigantic figure of an undead lich was seated on his throne made up of skulls and bones like an Overlord. 

The remaining soldiers of the hydra group were now completely surrounded by the nearly 4 thousand undead soldiers. 

Only those at intermediate & master rank managed to survive the onslaught. But many of them knew that it was because the enemy didn't attack them with all their numbers but rather kept them busy and toyed with them for some reason. 

Ceril, the Necromancer's gaze then landed upon this group of remnants who barely had any strength and spirit left to fight back. 

"Those who served as second in command to the heads of the hydra, walk forth! If you wish to live, that is." commanded the undead king. 

His ghastly and tyrannical voice resounded in the battlefield, instantly sending shivers in spines as if it was a decree of an absolute ruler.