Pending Warfare
Watching from above, Jett made sure that the Majulfan guard didn't dictate him as a hostile, seeing as the cannons and bows remained pointed outside of the walls.
'Nice one, Edith!' He thought.
However, times of leisure came to an end as what the entire city had been preparing for finally revealed itself. It was a chilling moment; everybody went silent in unison, witnessing it from afar:
From the distant mountains and marching over the hills, countless undead of varying size and species came in. Leading the horde was a figure that stood out, riding upon a dark mare's back, dressed in all-black armor that was nebulously etched with skulls. This unknown figure raised their sword to the sky; a blade with a handle made out of sable, skeletal hands:
"--"