The battlefield that was half inside and half outside Edenhold had already descended into madness, but madness had yet to meet its master.
As columns of smoke curled into the sky and the sound of steel clashing against steel filled the air, a new shadow descended from the east.
On a normal day, it would've been spotted, but today, it went largely unnoticed. Everyone was too preoccupied with staying alive.
The entire mass moved like a living mist, writhing with the sickly rhythm of rot. They ran and slithered forward in silence, creeping like the edge of a nightmare.
And then, as if the world itself realized the horror that approached, the screaming began.
The army of the infected had arrived.
There were thousands of them. Their eyes burned with blood and their bodies twisted with the fury of the Red Tree.
