Walking down the roads of these deserted ruins.
A small army of the dead was being guided by a hooded ominous figure.
Dozen of undead, some being mere skeletons ( with still flesh sticking in their body) of humans while others being zombies of skull wolves that each was a bit larger than three meters tall and long.
Including the still fresh blood that was coming oozing out of their body. It created a nice picture for all kinds of nightmare purposes.
And the master of that undead was looking at the new contraption that he got his hands to.
A compass.
"Now I won't have to worry about getting lost in the desert...As if it would be so easy." Danzel sighed to himself as he put his newly acquired compass into his storage ring.
Among the items that weren´t devoured or laying in the stomach of his undead in who knows what condition.
