Chapter 5. Part 3. Trouble in Human Continent.

Week dragged interminably into next; siege lines tightening imperceptibly day by day. Naught stirred amongst putrid ranks, save occasional twitch of animated corpse. Yet within besieged town nerves frayed raw from relentless waiting.High atop watchtower, Lord Edrik peered out across barren moorlands, blanketed beneath pall of gloom. Moon hung fat and swollen overhead, casting eerie silhouette upon battlefield. Beneath its pallid glow, legions of undead stood immobile sentinels; silent witnesses to humanity’s slow slide into madness.

– How much longer must we endure this torture? – murmured weary sergeant at Edrik’s elbow: – Surely attack must come soon!

Warrior-lord offered no solace, keen gaze fixed unwavering upon distant mound, where sat skeletal-dragon. Upon its back perched malevolent figure, hooded cowl hiding visage from prying eyes.

– Our enemy waits, – Edrik intoned gravely: – Bides time, till desperation saps what will remains.

Sergeant shuddered involuntarily, clutching ancient blade tighter still. He knew full