I'm on a Dying Fantasy Planet

Ragnarok, the Skeleton Plague spreads, and in the world of swords and magic... A biochemical crisis breaks out? ! Dwarves swallow furnace iron with broken jaws; The elf stretched the rusty bowstring with his festered fingertips; The orcs use their broken fangs to tear apart the flesh and blood of their own kind; The dragon used its decaying body to prop up the zombie nest. "My name is Dean, and I traveled to a dying fantasy planet." "The sun is blowing up, the zombies know magic, but I can only swing a staff." PS: Zombie version of DND.