As the bodies piled up, everything changed.
At first, the Alliance soldiers only saw it as a good thing, it motivated them, it motivated others around them, it told them how they could win, it helped them deal with their fear.
The enemy was strange, their smiles were terrifying, their dead bodies however, were not.
Or at least…
That was what the Alliance Soldiers initially thought.
However, as the dead bodies began to stack, one corpse falling on another, then the third falling right beside them, this mess continued until the ground near the shield line was no longer just snow and blood.
It was… flesh.
Like a bridge.
And the enemies, in their thirst for blood, began using that bridge.
They started climbing onto the heap of bodies, stepping on their own people, their faces, their shields, even their wounds, without any care.
Then—
They jumped.
