With Zashi's death, the undead horde had lost their tether to the world of the living.
One by one, their bodies collapsed, returning to the silence of true death once more.
The serpents did not waste a breath.
Without hesitation, they slithered across the battlefield, coiling around the fallen corpses of the undead.
Fangs bared and eyes gleaming with gluttony, they began their gruesome feast, tearing into rotting flesh and brittle bones, consuming death as if it were life itself.
The death of the Rank 3 undead knight started a domino effect. First Zashi, then the collapse of his undead army.
Now, only one battle remained: Hayes Ballard versus the black serpent.
But even as their clash raged on, the outcome was no longer in doubt.
Even if Daryl and Kasper had no strength and mana left to aid the serpents, it no longer mattered.
The tide had turned. The end was inevitable.
