Both were parties were ready to fight, one was protected by a gigantic barrier that enveloped the whole area and the other was surrounded by four divine beasts and commanded by a Lich King.
The army of death finally finished its march toward the White Specter Clan and stopped a mile or so from the entrance. Almost all of the disciples of the clan were standing in an orderly fashion in front of the gates, fully equipped with powerful equipment.
Even so, some of them couldn't help but feel anxious and a bit afraid after witnessing the enemy's prowess with their own eyes. There was just no end to the undead, they stretched from North to South and every single one of them looked domineering. The revived Holy Knights were also standing at the very front, their shields and swords now corrupted but still effective.