Vastor walked through the reinforced door leading to Vesta's fortified walls.
The city was fighting valiantly, but many fortified towers had been destroyed. The protective walls and arrays surrounding Vesta were filled with small cracks that spread faster than their self-repair spell could fix.
"What madness is this?" The Master walked along the elevated perimeter of the city walls, trying to understand what made the attack so dangerous that it required his presence.
Then, while he looked at the swarm of undead that surrounded the city like ants at a picnic table, Vastor found his answer.
Coated in a full suit of black crystal armor, Night led her troops on the battlefield and every one of the undead was engulfed in a thin black aura.
The power of her steed not only increased a Horseman's physical and magical prowess, but it also allowed them to share their innate gift with undead that weren't their Chosen.
