593 Grim Outlook

On the east flank of the battlefield, the tussle between the necromantic forces of Sebastian and the Greengale Phantoms had reached a fever pitch.

The undead legions, conjured by Sebastian's necromantic ring, trudged forth relentlessly, undeterred by mortal fears or exhaustion. 

Every fallen soldier was being converted as another addition to their ranks by the elder lich, making the situation increasingly dire for the Greengale Phantoms.

On the other hand, the Phantoms, a diverse group of elf, human hunters, nymphs, and druids, took the approach of fighting back with fervour and agility. 

Nature-based magic flared in bursts, entangling the undead with thick vines, or pelting them with hails of sharpened thorns. 

The rain of arrows was almost constant, yet against creatures with no flesh and just bones, those arrow showers were not as effective as they would be against alive legions.