For a moment… we believed we could win.
Pablo and Nicolás's squads were with us.From the walls, Rodrigo and Milena held the line with fire and arrows.Matías stood at my side, his light dim but still glowing.And I, with Excalibur in hand, was still on my feet—barely.
The zombies were starting to retreat.The lines pushed forward.And Lyr'Thal… still didn't move.
—He's waiting —Nicolás panted.
—Or just enjoying the show —Pablo added with a frown.
For one second…we had hope.
And then…
Lyr'Thal lifted his head.
Just a tilt of the skull. Subtle.But the air grew heavier.The ground... more unstable.
He drove his staff into the soil once again.
And everything changed.
From the depths of the mist… new horrors emerged.
First came the Level 3 creatures:
Humanoid abominations with twisted limbs, claws like blades, and iron masks welded to their faces.They moved fast.Too fast.
One tore through a soldier's chest with a single strike.Another grabbed a healer and flung him like a rag doll.
Screams filled the field.
Formations broke.
And just when we thought it couldn't get worse…
The Level 4 creature appeared.
Three meters tall.Four arms.A body of living black stone.A face with no mouth.Just eyes—too many eyes—glowing like dead moons.
With one blow, it shattered a magic barrier.Three soldiers were crushed instantly.A roar broke through Matías' light wall like it was made of paper.
—It's a mind-control aberration! Don't look it in the eyes! —a summoner warned before collapsing, bleeding from his ears.
Terror spread like wildfire.
The line began to falter.The undead surged again—stronger, faster.The Level 3s swarmed from every direction.The Level 4 marched forward like an unstoppable titan.
I dropped to my knees.Blood spilled from my mouth.My right arm was useless.Matías was panting beside me, his chest slashed open by a claw.
And then it hit me—
—Damn this child's body…
I gritted my teeth.
I couldn't release even half of my power.My movements were sluggish.My reflexes, dull.
I had the experience.The skill.The memories.
But not the strength to use them.
And Matías…He had barely ten percent of the energy he once possessed.
We were two giants trapped in bodies that no longer belonged to us.
And we were dying.
The Level 4 creature advanced.
It crushed bodies beneath its feet.Pushed aside lesser undead.It walked like it had already won.
Pablo charged it with a roar—
One punch sent him flying.
Nicolás flanked it—His blade struck,and did nothing.
Arrows bounced off.Spells fizzled.
One by one, our allies fell.
I collapsed.My sword slipped from my fingers.Matías was barely breathing beside me.
—We did everything… —I whispered through clenched teeth.
—And it still wasn't enough… —Matías muttered.
We thought that was the end.
And then…
The wind shifted.
A slicing gust swept across the field.
The Level 4 raised its arm to crush Pablo—
But it never finished the swing.
Because something flashed.
A silver arc—silent, deadly.
And in the blink of an eye…
its head flew.
The beast shuddered.Collapsed.
Silence.
Even the undead paused.
And through the mist—from between ash and corpses—
a figure stepped forward.
We couldn't see the face.Only a steady silhouette.A sword sheathed on their back.
And eyes that knew no fear.