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The area was pitch-black.

And yet, only the full moon shone strangely bright.

Beneath that sky.

What writhed through the royal capital was a horde of undead.

They were death itself.

Powerful monsters ran rampant, including liches, undead mages, and Dullahans, headless knights.

The area was filled with screams.

People fled in every direction while warriors fought back.

And amid the chaos, a woman stood calmly among the horde of monsters.

At the woman's command, the monsters marched...