After breaching the royal capital's walls, the Bone Dragon carried Lynn into the skies above the city.
Below, countless undead poured through the gaps in the walls. No one could stop them anymore.
The streets were filled with fleeing crowds. Screams, cries, and wails blended together, echoing among the blazing buildings.
Some residents hid inside crude houses, seeking the slightest sense of safety.
But that was only a slow death.
The undead legion could easily sniff out the scent of life on them, and those flimsy houses could not block the undead's assault.
A group of soldiers formed a square formation, trying to withstand the undead charge. A Bone Bull crashed into their ranks from the side.
Its tail swept across them, sending more than a dozen soldiers flying into the walls, where they were smashed into pulp.
An old man knelt before a burning house, clutching a small corpse in his arms. He threw back his head and howled, his voice filled with despair.
A Lava Hound passed behind him. The heat radiating from its molten body ignited him instantly, and the old man screamed as he turned to ash.
In the sky, the enormous Frostbone Whale reached the battlefield and dove from the clouds, its freezing breath sweeping across an entire district.
More than a hundred people fleeing for their lives were frozen into ice sculptures, locked in place in their running poses.
Anger, fear, despair, resentment...
Countless negative emotions rose into the air, then continuously converged toward the depths of the royal palace...
The Bone Dragon flew slowly onward as Lynn looked down at the slaughter below, his gaze calm.
He suddenly frowned.
Something was wrong.
Twelve kinds of wrong.
Why were all these negative emotions gathering in one place?
And... the souls and flesh from every