Three years passed by in the blink of an eye. The young were growing up, the adults continued to fight daily for their continued existence, and the undeads had only been increasing the pressure more and more. Now, the pocket of safety that was created by the life barriers was surrounded on all sides by great towers. Undead encampments were hidden within the forests, underground areas had been infested with them as well.
The more time passed, the more the invading force bent the laws of the Peaceful Realm to their will, and the more the rules were bent, the more aggressive and numerous the corpses became, which created an endless cycle–The end of the road led to a cliff, and at the bottom of that cliff lay certain doom.
Every day, the livings sharpened their skills, improved their strength, and strengthened their means of defence… But it was not enough to stop the momentum of the Undead Empire.
