The Demon horde responded with a roar and rose to meet the Risen charge. They fell upon the shambling corpses with fervor, rending flesh and ripping rotting limbs from bloated bodies. It was slaughter, far from the bitter struggles and noble battles we'd fought thus far. Just disheveled dead against world-breaking demons.
The initial clash was over in a few minutes. Of the five hundred or so Risen that had approached our position, only a scattered handful remained–left by the evolved demons as chew toys for the weaker scions.
"I thought they'd be stronger," Elise murmured, pursing her lips. "How did they overwhelm the elves?"
I let out a sigh, touching my horn. "Liches. And the Black Mist. As long as a single Risen survives, hidden somewhere, the mist will continue to spread."
