Who else could it be?
It must be Prometheus.
At first glance, Duncan couldn't see the end, a dense dark mass of enemies, impossible to count, seemingly endless.
However, unlike others who worried, Duncan felt a bit excited.
"Why are there so many!?"
Hegel's expression was also very grim, and he said in a deep voice, "Is this really the power mortals possess?"
The enemies were too many.
This undead army seemed endless, already encircling them completely.
Witch Gleya said solemnly, "We must find a way to hold out until dawn, or else you'll have to pray for the miracle of the Furious Gods."
"This is real magic!"
The enemy's casting ability could be even stronger than hers; in a comparison, think of Imhotep from the mummy movies, the High Priest of ancient Egypt.
Seeing the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, Witch Gleya said softly, "The undead cannot move in daylight."
"As long as dawn arrives, they must return to the Netherworld."
