He screamed upwards. The Zombie Giant might have heard him because it took a single step. Over the first rows of houses. Into the street. It didn’t see the axe teams as they ran from cover.

“Now! Take the legs! Cut it down!”

Lord Lantal screamed. He charged into the street and saw a vision of Rhir’s hell.

The undead had overrun all semblance of defensive lines. Humans fought in the streets, by themselves or in knots, retreating as undead of all kinds fought forwards. Lantal saw a huge Crypt Lord lunging at a group of [Pikemen] who fled it and a squad of skeletons.

The [Lord] ignored them. He ignored a zombie weakly grabbing at him. He ran at the first leg, like a trunk of bone encased in flesh instead of bark and wood. If they could bring the giant down, they could create a second wall. Hold. They just had to—

“For Afiele!”

Lantal reached the leg first. He swung into the flesh, and was rewarded with a heavy impact. His enchanted sword cut deep. But the giant was vast. The leg was wider than Lantal was tall. He despaired as he wrenched his sword back. This was a fool’s errand. They were going to—

“Afiele! The Kingdom of Shade! Noelictus!”

Idelt reached his [Lord]. He swung the battleaxe with one hand and the huge, heavy edge meant for a man with just his strength bit deep. Men and women poured across the street, ignoring the lesser undead. Lantal raised his sword. Hacking again, nearly catching Meltain as he wrenched it loose. He carved into the flesh again, almost gagging at the sight. But it was working.

The team of warriors was hacking into the ankle as the Zombie Giant dragged its other foot forwards.

They had reached the bone!

“That’s right! Cut it down!”

The giant didn’t have the stability to hold on just one leg! It would fall! Lantal saw a Thronebearer scream as a Crypt Lord dragged him into the zombies. He turned.

“Now!”

“[Power Strike]!”

Meltain called out. He swung his long axe, and the blow snapped into the bone. Lantal saw the giant wobble as its torn flesh began to collapse. He saw cracks forming among the bone.

“Prepare to retreat! Get away from where it falls!”

The [Lord] shouted, raising his sword. He heard cries. Afiele, his name. And then—above it all—

Laughter.

The [Lord of the Fields] looked around. And then up. And at last, he saw the [Necromancer].

He was standing on the Zombie Giant’s shoulder. That was why the thing had moved so slowly. It was protecting its rider. And now—the [Necromancer] was laughing.

“Oh, very well done, Lord of Afiele. Well done. But I’m afraid I cannot allow you to bring down my greatest creation. [Mend Flesh].”

He struck the giant with his staff. And before Lantal could shout for [Archers]. Could demand anything—