An hour later—
Bam!Bam!Whoosh!
"We need to get out of here!!"
The cry tore through the chaos like a desperate flare. In that moment, at that cursed patch of land, a deadly and lopsided struggle was unfolding—one that could barely be called a "battle." A vast herd of specters, no fewer than three hundred by a quick count, surged forward like a living storm, their incorporeal forms flickering with malice. Facing them was a ragtag force of about fifty individuals, a mixed company of different races and physiques, some seasoned, some far too young to be here.
This wasn't the orderly clash of two equal sides; it was raw survival. One group drove forward with relentless hunger, while the other scrambled, stumbled, and fought only to cling to life for one more moment.
