Looming well over the city, dwarfing all constructs made by the living even when mostly buried underground, the crypt of Nitok, royal palace and main center of operations of the undead armies, where the lord of the dead was sealed at this very instant, encased in a seal of devouring life and blindingly bright sunlight, every undead could feel his presence in their very bones.
Every life they reaped, they could sense it clearer, every life they snuffed, the stronger death became and soon, when the entirety of Bourgliotte was suffused with death force, the seal prison would come undone and the sovereignty of death would once again be established.
Atop this monument, the part of which was visible above ground reassembled a big stone box, carved out of dark stone, rock infused with death force.
The top of which was perfectly flat and incredibly vast, two figures were standing, at odds with one another.
One Foetid and dusty, the other pure and radiant.
