The grim reapers still inside the boundary of the gate waved their hands about.
Even though they hadn't actually crossed over to this dimension yet, they could still exercise their authorities here.
The rotting hand of a titan suddenly emerged from the swamp summoned by the Liches. That huge hand tried to snatch me up, but I quickly swung the greatsword to smack it away.
Air compressed before exploding forward; the formless blade sliced apart the titan's fingers.
The decomposing flesh splattered everywhere, but even those bits continued wiggling around before pouncing on me.
Those bits of flesh landed on my body, and the decomposing demonic energy collided with divinity to cause explosions.
My body began faltering.
This resistance from them... it was heavier than I thought. Did these undead really want to invade this world that badly?