The tension within the walls of the City of Zentris was high as everyone looked at the Plains, where countless Skeleton soldiers stood.
Above their heads, dark clouds loomed over them, spread across the sky.
Lightning snaked across the heavens, and thunder boomed loudly.
Strong winds buffeted the city, but the warriors standing on top of the ramparts, as well as those manning the magical ballistas, remained firm.
It had been three hours since the sun had set, and the lagoon was flooded with seawater, serving as the city’s defensive moat.
Ethan and Lily stood on the ramparts, along with the Elite Warriors who served as the Tide Bringer’s bodyguards.
Their gazes were locked on the Unholy Army in front of them, and all of them had grim expressions on their faces.
Surprisingly, Ethan found himself not feeling as anxious as he thought he should be. Perhaps since the bulk of the enemy was made up of Undead, he didn’t have to worry about killing people.