Translated by A Passing Wanderer
Edited by RED
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It had happened around two thousand years ago.
{Advance! Attack!}
Back then, the whole continent was mired in the Age of Chaos.
Flames of war continued to rage on, and corpses were liberally discarded all over the various battlefields.
The dead followed the natural laws of the world and soon became the undead. The job of bringing those zombies down belonged to the Theocratic Empire.
{What are you all doing?! You're bait, so do your job properly, slave!}
The empire back then was quite literally an organisation of tyrants, filled to the core with thugs tainted deeply by corruption and madness.
Such people were shouting out angrily, {Go and lure the zombies in!}
Avaldi was deeply terrified. He tried to run, but his unsteady footing caused him to tumble down. He looked back and discovered hundreds of staggering, shuffling zombies closing in on him. [1]