Recently, the surroundings had become more 'lively'. Though, of course, everything around them was undead.
Well, the surrounding plants weren't truly undead. They still grew, after all; which would make them living things in this land of the dead. However, they were filled with the aura of death, so much so that magic would declare them part of the undead.
And now, they had reached their final destination. A grand city welcomed them as they passed through her gates. The large spikes covering the black walls the most clear sign it was a city of the undead.
Perhaps one would expect the city of the undead to appear dilapidated or run down, but that was far from the truth.
Sure, the walls were black, and the air was heavy. But things weren't rotten. Stone was used for most construction—until they came to the human farms.
