Blazing flames rapidly spread through the Beastfolk camp. The consequences of cramming the camp too densely had all erupted at once.
Faced with the sweeping inferno, Beastfolk soldiers gripped by panic ran wildly through the camp, throwing the entire encampment into chaos.
The small tribes stationed on the outskirts fared better. Escaping the camp meant escaping with their lives. The Beastfolk deeper in the heart of the camp suffered the worst; surrounded by seas of fire on all sides, they were roasted alive.
The imperial and royal clans camped along the lake did not fare any better. Fetching water to extinguish the flames was only a dream; in reality, there was simply no time. To escape the fire, they were forced to flee toward the shore.
But too many Beastfolk poured in. Packed shoulder to shoulder, those at the front were continuously shoved into the lake.
For a time, the sounds of people falling into the water and screams of agony rang out without end.
The horrific scene stirred no sympathy in Hudson. Instead, it was met with a baptism of Magic Crystal Cannon fire.
Artillery shells rained down upon the tightly packed crowd, turning it into a complete massacre. The traps once dug by the Beastfolk had now become graves to bury themselves.
"Undead Mages and witches, act freely!"
Hudson gave the order with a grave expression.
Though he was used to the slaughter of the battlefield, he still found this horrific scene somewhat difficult to stomach.
But what normal people found unsettling was precisely what Undead Mages and witches loved most. Corpses and resentful souls littering the ground were their favorite materials.
Had they done this within the human world, they would have been hunted with nowhere to flee above or below. But now they were targeting other