The once serene atmosphere of Ascendara had been replaced by a palpable sense of vigilance. Every part of the city was alive with activity, its people preparing for an imminent onslaught. The streets, typically known for their peaceful orderliness, were now a hive of urgent activity as the city braced itself for emergency.
In the midst of this, Eldric was overseeing the defense arrangements when a group of guards hurried towards him. Their faces were etched with seriousness, their movements quick and deliberate, signaling the gravity of their news.
"Lord Eldric," the lead guard said, his voice strained with urgency as he came to a halt in front of Eldric. He was slightly out of breath, indicating he had rushed to deliver the message.
"We've just sighted a massive horde of zombies heading our way," he reported, his brow creased with worry. "But there's more. Among them, there's... a throne. And on it, a man, being carried by the zombies."