The crimson moon glided across the sky of the secret plane.
Below, the fighting between the undead legions gradually came to a halt.
A thick mist began to creep across the land.
The monsters glanced at one another, vengeance still burning in their lifeless eyes. Yet none made another move. As if complying with an unspoken rule, one by one, they turned away and descended into the earth, returning to the graves from which they had risen.
There they would slumber until the crimson moon rose once more.
Before long, the mist had swallowed the land, reducing visibility to a dozen paces.
Inside the underground structure, Adam and Genevieve had concealed themselves under a cloak of invisibility. They waited with bated breath as the crimson color receded.
They had already discussed their plan.
If the fighting ended and the undead crawled into this structure to rest, they would immediately escape through the crack in the ceiling.
