Pirogoeth trusted Daimon to clear the path before the people. She made sure none of the zombies rushed in from behind.

She was used to this. She fought out of villages like this. Kingdoms, caves, ships, everything that allowed a crowd almost.

She fought out of her own kingdom like this. She would not wear out easy. She could still fight and she would. She would not stop because she knew, she knew, that they would not stop until they could no longer move.