The battle within the church continued.
The dead and the living fought fiercely, swords clashing, with no battle more meaningful than this. He hoped that he would join, that he would find peace, just like ice and fire, cold and heat colliding, one side always doomed to perish.
A shard of ice crystal blew out from the gap in the church door, landing on 'Ralph's helmet. He stood at the entrance, motionless, like a silent statue.
Ralph was not a statue, but indeed, he made no sound, for he was the undead, a loyal Skeleton Guard.
He followed the orders of the town's lord - Viscount Fred, diligently standing guard outside the church to ensure that the ongoing battle inside would not be disturbed by other creatures.
Various roars and clangs continued to pass through, and growls and howls were endless, but Ralph was not concerned about the battle inside the church, because he had no ears...
No, it was because he had great confidence in his lord.
