It was impossible to describe the sheer shock that gripped everyone’s hearts in that moment.
To put it mildly, the voice they had just heard was sharp and clear, sounding like a young girl in the prime of her youth. Judging by its timbre, it should have belonged to someone quite beautiful.
And indeed, that was precisely the case—provided one didn’t look at the other half of her face.
“No… the undead… Gods! They are the undead?!”
A soldier in the military formation gasped, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Indeed, anyone who witnessed ‘them’ would likely come to the same conclusion.
Their bodies were covered in rotting skin, their movements appeared mechanical and stiff, and their faces were utterly devoid of any expression.
But… that was merely a superficial observation!
“Damn it! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! Get ready to fight! You, yes, you—go immediately and inform the Earl! Request that some Light-attribute mages be dispatched here!”
Others might not have known, but this captain, who had previously accompanied the army in campaigns against the undead, understood all too well.
To be frank, these were no mere undead!
Firstly, their eyes glowed with a strange blue light, which true undead lacked. Moreover, the ‘things’ before them clearly possessed ‘intellect’ in their gaze.
Secondly, upon closer inspection, one would astonishingly discover that they still breathed!
Their exhaled breath was laced with particles that resembled snow, yet also some form of crystal.
They were like devils endowed with thought and soul.
This captain had never before encountered such monsters. In fact, he could sense that these creatures were far more formidable than the conventional undead.
Despite the intense fear gripping his heart, he knew he could not retreat.
For the honor of the Edwin family, for the renown of the Sword of Alvia, and for the glory of all humanity, he was forbidden from taking even half a step back at this crucial moment!
“Ad… advance… Attack!”
He… spoke!?