Wherever the Nightwalker moved, the sun was covered by clouds. Wherever his army marched, the ground was drained of life.

Of course, to the undead, this was equivalent to gardening. The places he passed through were often used to build settlements and natural sanctuaries for animal based undead.

His troops moved on three planes. There were five land based battalions composed of chrystal powered tanks and the troops which ran alongside them. There were three underground battalions which made surprise attacks impossible. Finally, there were the two flying vessels, the kingdom’s greatest achievement.

Since they floated using chrystals, there was no use for engines or an aerodynamic design. The vessels looked more like giant cubes than anything else.

There were cannons pointing out on every side including above and below. The walls protecting it were enchanted with so many arrays even a dragon couldn’t destroy it in one blow. As for windows, there was only one placed in the command center where the Nightwalker himself gave orders while enjoying the view.

“Man the cannons,” the horned undead suddenly said. “I feel an eerie presence approaching us.”

Immediately, the zombies around him spoke orders into their mana chrystals, and the giant screens in front of the Nightwalker’s throne showed his soldiers preparing for battle.

“Have they come to greet us?” chuckled Nijaz, commander of the first battalion and one of the oldest liches in the kingdom.

“Indeed, they have.” The Nightwalker leaned forward in his chair. A small projectile was approaching their fortress at unspeakable speed. “Shoot it down,” he ordered.

“Shoot it down!” repeated the zombies. Blasts soon followed, and thousands of fireballs enveloped the enemy.

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“Mommy!!” A shrill scream resounded through the intercom.

“Could it be?” asked the lich. Despite the onslaught of flames, a small dot was approaching their window. “Stand back, my liege.”

“No need.” The Nightwalker’s body became enveloped in shadows and his giant claws prepared to strike.

Suddenly, the command center’s window burst into pieces. The projectile headed straight for the Nightwalker’s chest. With a beastly roar, the undead swung his arm, caught it in midair, and with the other prepared to pierce it out of existence. Except…

“It’s… a squirrel?”

“I come in peace,” cried Momo while peeing himself all over the Nightwalker’s hand.

A thorough wash and half an hour later, the tiny squirrel was bowing in front of this mighty general.

“You’re the enemy’s steed?” the large blue monster tilted his head.

“Yes, your hornship,” Momo bowed deeper. “They sent me here to spy on you, but I want to switch sides.”

“Prove it,” snarled the Nightwalker.

“They have around 2,500 undead, most of them of lower rank. They’ve split up into teams in order to recruit some more. Their leader is a pixie addicted to morphing potions, and…”

Information poured out of the squirrel so fast the Nightwalker’s subordinates were struggling to write everything down. By the end of it, their side knew Seth’s favorite dish, the size of his wings, and how many skulls were drawn on Alastar’s book.

“Fascinating,” noted Nijaz the lich. “I’d like to study this Seth fellow especially his change in personality.”

“You can have him as a pet,” chuckled the Nightwalker. “Though with his pathetic level, I doubt he’s worth your time.”

Below the giant fortress, in the middle of the third battalion, a zombie fell dead out of nowhere. Then, a skeleton went to inspect only for his skull to suddenly explode.

“Careful! shouted their squad leader. There must be a trap of sorts.”

“There have been quite a lot of these today,” said one of the soldiers.

“It just means we’re getting closer to the enemy. They can try their tricks. We will still preva…”

Suddenly, a long line appeared across the leader’s neck. His head fell off a second later.

“Level 32,” Chloe cheered while wiping the blood off her knife.

“Congratulations.” Seth gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You deserve it,” he said to the now blushing princess.

“Won’t they notice eventually?” asked Alastar while clenching his teeth. All of this sudden attention their leader was giving Chloe was making him uncomfortable.

“Only the Nightwalker can see through Chloe’s bracelet,” Seth shrugged. “That lizard should know a thing or two about artifacts. If their boss flies down, we fly out. Now, let’s go private. We have work to do.”