Intense

It had been three grueling hours since the arrival of the seventh night, and the situation at the walls of Camelot had reached a boiling point. The vast expanse across the horizon was now filled with tens of thousands of undead, a formidable army of darkness marching in eerie unison. The ground trembled beneath the relentless advance, with zombies, skeleton warriors, archers, and revenants leading the charge. Sinister abominations were also scattered throughout, slowly following the macabre procession.

Amidst the palpable anxiety, players desperately attempted various strategies to impede the relentless undead onslaught. Fires, pitfalls, and makeshift barricades were employed, but after three exhausting hours, these tactics began to crumble, and the undead started scaling the walls.

"Do not let them set foot on the wall!" Captain Carter roared, leading the defense of the western walls with over 2000 men.