The ground rumbled—an earthquake that was more powerful than the sound of Tepi's conch. It was as if every mountain collapsed all at once.
A fissure opened all around the battlefield. Deceased warrior kings and their army crawled out with their patchy pale skin and hollowed eyes and teeth without lips or cheeks. The dead soldiers exploded from the earth, emerging from the depths in the hundreds. Fearsome undead soldiers in full battle armors rode massive skeletal horses and war elephants and black chariots from the Underworld. Mist shrouded the areas.
Their shrilling war cries made the blood coil. There was no need to command this army of death. They dispersed in all directions, hacking at the demons and giants until they fell down like toppled trees. The enemy tried to counterattack but
