Chapitre 561: The Undead is coming

While the Combatants of the Arena fought for glory, something else was happening.

In the vast expanse of the desert wastelands, a surreal and ominous scene unfolded as the incredible and magnificent undead mutated beasts, alongside hordes of undead people, slowly marched toward the city of Milk and Honey. 

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the barren landscape, intensifying the eerie atmosphere that hung in the air.

The horizon shimmered with the heat, mirages dancing in the distance as the undead horde advanced with a relentless determination. Mutated beasts, once fierce and wild, now bore grotesque alterations, their bodies twisted and contorted by unnatural forces. 

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly purple light, reflecting a hunger that defied death itself. Massive skeletal structures loomed in the distance, remnants of creatures long extinct, now reanimated and repurposed for a macabre army.