The first explosion sounded like thunder cracking through the gray clouds.
The black earth split open. Purple mist burst in all directions. Dead grass and shards of bone scattered through the air as the horde of zombies, led by the Third Zombie King's elite forces, began to advance. Their formation was precise an open fanged curve aiming to envelop Sylvia's army from both sides.
High in the sky, Sylvia observed with sharp eyes. She sat atop her zombie dragon gliding slowly, surrounded by swirling deep purple fog like a ghostly curtain. Her gaze swept across the battlefield, not a single detail escaping her. Yet she remained still, unmoving, even as the ground below began to tremble from thousands of pounding feet.
"This battle is not mine," she murmured. "They must learn. And prove they're worthy to be part of my army."
On the ground, Zark moved first.