Under His Protection

The great shadow of undeath minions, staggering in their numbers rose even up to the heights where the amalgam, Jerthrax and the Null Devil King were soaring.

It was tall, it was wide, and it was potent.

No one and nothing that was alive within the vicinity had been able to avoid being engulfed by this surprise of active monstrosities that immediately pounced eagerly, viciously, as though some mad directive they absolutely couldn't ignore was blaring in their heads!

They drowned the sea, the devoured the width of space, and they leapt up to scare the skies.

It was pandemonium. They were pandemonium.

What was even more staggering than their numbers, was the fact that at least half of the fifty million undead creatures, were formidable while a fifth were truly dangerous to face.

They all brimmed with vibrant undeath essence, never fearing, never tiring and never giving a rat's ass.