The battle had three stages in total.
And now, the first stage: battling Amaras's zombie warrior army!
The undead warriors rose from the ashen ground, utterly grotesque and creepy. Their skin hung in gray, mottled strips, peeling back to reveal blackened muscle and yellowed bone. Some even shambled forward with organs spilling from gaping wounds in their torsos, dragging ropes of intestines that scraped along the ground with each lurching step. Others moved with unnatural, jerky motions, as if invisible strings yanked their limbs into action.
They wielded an arsenal of weapons: swords and shields, spears, bows, even gnarled staves clutched in their almost skeletal fingers. Rusted iron armor clung to decomposing flesh, some pieces hanging loose where the meat beneath was still rotting.
Despite their decay, burning red eyes blazed from sunken sockets, and their mouths opened to release guttural, rasping moans that echoed across the battlefield.
