Chapter 24: Danger (Final)
Despite the chaos, the people did not falter. They continued fighting, pushing back against the overwhelming tide of death. But the main force had been fractured—at least 500 soldiers had switched sides in desperation or confusion.
They tried to repel the unexpected horde of zombies, but it was too late. The closest section of the wall had already been breached. Screams echoed in the distance. Blood painted the streets.
The houses closest to the breach had become slaughterhouses, soaked in crimson. But those who had defected, those who now stood with the invaders, noticed something strange amidst the carnage.
Not a single child had been harmed.
Adults and teenagers were the primary victims—limbs torn, bodies shattered, lives ended in horrific ways. But the children... they remained untouched, as if an unspoken law had been cast over them. Something intentional. Something sorrowful.
Those who had switched sides hesitated. For the first time, doubt flickered in their eyes.
And then, the defensive lines were formed. Three barriers were quickly reinforced as the defenders rallied, holding the front.
At the center of it all stood the Mad Mage—Elanora.
Her silver hair flowed like moonlight in the darkness, and her eyes glowed with a deep, sorrowful madness. She stood on a broken tower, surrounded by swirling mana and the stench of death. Her lips curled into a bittersweet smile as she controlled the undead with effortless precision. Around her, the tortured screams of retired knights echoed through the night.
These were the same knights responsible for her daughter's death.
But she didn't grant them mercy through death. No, she had something far crueler in store.