The army of the undead spread like wildfire. Within a day, Blackwood had marched far North, looting everything he came across. Everyone that died naturally became a part of his army.
They marched until they reached the walls of Eldrida's capital and stopped there.
"My Lady," A knight came calling Aria who was readying herself to leave. She looked at the knight and the expression on his face spoke volumes. What had he seen to sweat this much?
"You need to see this," he said, fear laced in his voice. Aria followed him and found Leon standing there. His demeanor had somehow vanished into thin air. She walked over the edge of the wall and spotted an army that stretched as far as the eyes could see.
"I can smell death," Leon uttered, wrinkling his nose. And as if that was not enough, four adult dragons were circling the skies above.
