Father Black, standing on the vantage point overlooking the vast sand wasteland, knew that time was both their ally and adversary. The uneven, staggering steps of the undead army provided a temporary advantage, slowing their approach. The decaying flesh, a grotesque addition to their undead forms, contributed to the diminishing mobility that would eventually render them incapacitated. The sand wasteland, in its duality, served as both a hindrance and a refuge.
However, amidst these factors that seemingly favored the humans, a deep concern gnawed at Father Black's strategic mind. He had witnessed the undead army's capability to summon creatures from the Nether realm during the City of Milk and Honey attack. It was a dark magic that multiplied their forces at will, an unpredictable variable that loomed over their defensive efforts.