The skeletons seemed like they were made for battle, they had unflinching hesitation and brutal killing efficiency while the villagers were all slowly starving, becoming skeletons themselves. They would only have a few minutes of unfocused energy before they would have to rest, if they could keep up at all - while the skeleton would keep going mercilessly.

Looking around, Landen felt hopeless as he was about to watch his fellow villagers walking to their deaths, and he was powerless to stop them.

All his archers at his side had similar looks on their faces: The look of no hope.