Step-son
The sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the dark battlefield as Velian and his army fought against the relentless onslaught of undead monsters.
This whole battle was a huge disadvantage for the normal soldiers, as undead were not an easy target and the sun hiding among the mountains really used them onto a tight spot with how dark the environment is.
The moonless night made it difficult to see, and the smell of death and decay hung heavily in the air.
Velian hadn't been hoping for any reinforcements to arrive, but now that they were here, he was not impressed.
"Who gave you orders to come here? Damn it?" he growled at one of his soldiers, who cowered before him.
"We came as quickly as we could, sir," the soldier stammered.
"But we are not trained for this kind of battle. We are holding you back, We thought we might be able to help you."