The second wave of undead was a tide of corpses, flowing through the forest in a fetid, rotting river. They smashed into our front lines, overwhelming the scions by sheer numbers. Evolved demons rallied to the fray, throwing themselves into battle.
A horde of dozens piled onto a salamander-like evolved demon, breaking their teeth and ripping fingers on its scales. The demon lashed out with four serrated claws, leaving mutilated piles of pulp in its wake. But, eventually, it fell under the tide, buried under the sheer numbers of bodies.
The assault slowed as more demons charged at the new threat. A sixth-level fire demon unleashed a devastating attack that annihilated fifty at once, opening a gap in the Risen ranks that allowed our forces a moment to breathe. A few blade demons led the countercharge, slicing bloated bodies apart with every motion. Scions filled in the gaps, tearing apart anything unlucky enough to survive the evisceration.
