It was chaos.
The beach that once smelled fresh and sweet now reeked of blood and gore.
The innards of the students were placed on full display, as the Undead Army and the battalion of machines relentlessly hunted them down.
"Kyaaah! H-help m—!"
~BOOOOM!~
"S-save me—!"
~SQUISH!~
"S-stop! Please stop! Pleashhe shtawp! Pwea—!"
~SQUELCH!~
It didn't matter what the students tried to do…. It ended in death anyway.
Resisting only made the pain last longer, and pleading was equally as ineffective. Despite the Undead and Automatons being lifeless agents of destruction, it still seemed like they relished the pleas of the dying Dragons.
It motivated them to come up with more diabolical ways to kill.
Many Dragons were torn from limb to limb. Some were roasted alive in flames, while others were simply impaled or beheaded.
Those were the lucky ones.
Those who resisted were forced to suffer even more cruel means of execution—too cruel to properly describe.
