For decades, the walls of Shatai had never been assaulted with such a deafening clamor.
Corpse Demons, like ghastly bats, swooped over the ramparts crowded with Conscripted Soldiers, as human screams and battle cries echoed under the gloomy sky that was as somber as the apocalypse.
Terrified Militia fired their arrows in panic, without the time to lower their Crossbows, before the wing-flapping Corpse Demons seized their bodies and hurled them down from the walls, where countless bloodthirsty Corpse Ghosts swarmed upon them, their dreadful wails chilling the soul amidst the rending of limbs and flesh.
"Aah nooo—!" Another unfortunate warrior was knocked to the ground, his flesh gruesomely torn from his face by those razor-sharp fangs and claws.
"Die!!" Yevan roared as he swung his War Saber, its Steel Blade cleaving through the creature's fluttering wings, the spear's tip piercing the Corpse Demon's chest and lungs, and with a pull of the blade, Knight Yevan cleaved it in two.
