Setting Pawns In Place

Killi watched on in horror, as wave after wave swallowed his once overpowering numbers up in black smoke, billowing with bones and rotten flesh.

Before his eyes, standing tall in between himself and Khalor, stood a gigantic door. The door towered fifty feet high and spanned thirty feet wide.

It had grown out of the ground, like exiting hell itself, and once the twin metal doors slid open, only death left its embrace. Dark smoke rolled out, containing what they could only describe as the apocalypse.

Wails of banshees, screeches of liches, the growling of various zombies, the rattling of bony skeletons, as well as so many more undead monsters came rushing out. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of undead had already poured out, with no visible end in sight.

Killi briefly scanned through the monsters, assessing their threat level. Reassuringly, most of the undead hovered around level twenty to level thirty.