And now it begins...

"It is indeed bigger than before." Liam sat atop Luna and observed the red pillar of light that was close to their guild base. Beneath him, the restless undead stirred, their movements growing more agitated with each passing moment. 

Crimson Abyss had managed to maintain tenuous control over these creatures, keeping them confined within a strict border. But now, that order seemed to falter as the undead pressed against the boundaries, testing the limits of their captivity.

The air itself carried an eerie aura, a palpable manifestation of the growing nether energy. It pulsed with a dark power that seemed to feed the strength of the undead, making them more formidable adversaries. 

Liam could see that their guild fighters were struggling to maintain the order they had established, their efforts stretched thin against the rising tide of malevolence.