The battle went on, both sides giving it their all, though for the undead didn't seem to slow or falter for even a moment. More than anything, their coordination was unsettling once they reached land.
Because of this, the battlefield roared with the sounds of combat as the undead tide continued its relentless advance.
However, the aliied forces did not relent in their attacks.
A wave of human warriors charged forward, their movements precise and synchronized amidst the chaos. The ground trembled under their boots as they collided with the undead ranks, their weapons cleaving through flesh and bone.
Wielding all types of weapons, they alone, were efficient.
One warrior, a towering figure wielding a massive war hammer, swung his weapon with such force that it shattered the ground beneath his enemies, he then followed that attack with a continuous spinning strike while moving deeper into enemy horde, obliterating them with brute force.
