595 Out cold

The central battlefield was a symphony of chaos, the harmony of life clashing with the discordant melody of death. 

The newly raised undead, once part of the Greengale Phantoms themselves, now rose as hollow shells of their former selves, devoid of their past memories, filled with a singular purpose - to serve their master, Sebastian.

Skeletal warriors formed the vanguard of Sebastian's forces, their eerie silhouettes daunting in the twilight. They were armed with rusted swords and tattered shields, their skeletal hands clenching their weapons with a death grip. Ghostly archers floated above, a macabre reminder of the fallen, their spectral bows trained at the living.

However despite the tough battle that had gone on for so long, the undead were unable to force the Greengale Phantoms to break rank as afterall, the Greengale legion was composed of disciplined and determined mercenaries.