Despite fighting these undead for the first time, Emilia had already figured out the most efficient way to clear them.
Because honestly—despite being called an army—these undead were anything but.
A real army moved with discipline and coordination, each unit acting in formation. But this… this was chaos. The undead stumbled around mindlessly, bumping into one another, getting in the way of their own attacks. Perhaps their rotted brains no longer understood the concept of strategy, or maybe there was simply no one here to command them right now.
They were little more than a horde of bodies running on instinct.
Take the archers and mages, for example. The moment they locked onto Emilia, they unleashed their spells and arrows wildly, without even checking what stood between them and their target!
And Emilia took full advantage of that.
