A battle without hope is nothing but a dismal affair. Once the mercenaries had withdrawn, only the Bronze Guards remained at Shamen Pass. With scarcely a thousand men, what could these guards possibly achieve? Stavan, the leader of the Bronze Guards, was all too aware of their tenuous position.
"By the way, what's the situation with the undead? You must have dispatched a reconnaissance team to the northern hills," inquired Limon. Calculating the passage of time, he knew the undead had already reached Keen Village. Their next move was of great interest to him.
Stavan nodded slightly and replied, "Yes, we receive daily reports from the reconnaissance team. The undead are advancing towards Shamen Pass relentlessly, day and night. If their course remains unchanged, they'll reach the outskirts of Shamen Pass within four days at most."