The undead army continued charging forward.
Even with their enhanced strength, the endless wave of monsters was pushing them to their limits.
The battlefield had become a nightmare.
Monsters filled every street.
Tokyo.
Chiba.
Osaka.
Kyoto.
Everywhere.
The portals continued releasing creatures, and the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming.
Hunters fought desperately, but the tide kept pushing them back.
Some monsters tore through the undead, biting and crushing their bones as they advanced.
Even high ranking hunters were struggling.
"This is impossible…"
"There are too many!"
The hunters were slowly being forced into retreat.
They weren't losing because they lacked strength.
They were losing because the enemy never stopped coming.
Then
A new presence emerged from Raito's Hunter Domain.
A figure stepped through the portal.
An undead lich.
It wore a dark robe, carrying a staff in its hand.
Unlike the other undead, it didn't charge into battle.
