A huge concentrated mass of soldiers marched under the faint glint of the moon.
From the top of the sky, one could only see a blackish mass covering the ground which looked as if a huge number of black ants were moving towards the destined location in an orderly and coordinated manner.
The faint sound of crinkling and rustling of broken leaves and twigs spread slowly as they marched towards the fortress.
The ground started to rumble slowly which started to create tremors that advanced slowly towards the Fortress.
Leading them was a commander who stayed ahead with a huge fearsome scythe, and from his body, a frightening ghastly aura radiated out which was enough to scare everyone.
The commander noticed that there was no reaction from the Fortress side and thought that the information was correct.