In front of the temple square, smoke fills the air, and shattered rocks and broken blades cover the once sacred stone slabs.
With the thunderous collapse of the city walls, the Skeleton Army floods into the city like a tide, the sound of bones rubbing echoing throughout the entire city.
The resistance within the city is pitifully weak.
Although divine spells suppress necromancy, in close-quarters combat, the Holy Court continues to fall back step by step.
Those strange skeletons, with strength comparable to heroes, unleash various spells, tearing apart the defending lines and stepping into the central area first.
Above the temple, two divine presences silently confront each other!
One emanates from the remaining statues within the temple, though the brilliance has grown dim, while the other rises from the Skeleton Army, contending with the city's light.
Dragon descends from mid-air, black robes fluttering like wings, casually hurling a corpse towards the ruins.
