Looking at how the battles are going at such a fast-paced pace with all of the monsters summoned by the man winning over the battle, I then lastly shift my gaze to the back where the wagon is being protected by an army of skeletons.
The Golden Retriever barked loudly as he raced forward, his powerful legs carrying him toward the undead army with lightning speed. The Moonlight Butterfly flitted along beside him, her delicate wings reflecting the moonlight in a stunning display of grace and power.
The Moonlight Butterfly led the charge, her wings spreading wide and unleashing a barrage of magic arrows toward the enemy. The arrows were made of pure moonlight and glimmered as they flew through the air.
They struck the undead with deadly accuracy, piercing through their ice armor and bursting into bursts of light that burned the flesh beneath.