The horseman of war walked out at the top of the tower. His helmet that was partially destroyed is now repaired.
He casted his gaze across the sky and open overarching dark and desolate landscape. From every direction, he sensed groups of people closing in to the castle.
He looked down and realized the undead army growing restless.
Like a response to a silent question he was about to ask himself, he spots a beast covered in flames flying towards the tower at terrifying speed. He walked to the edge of the tower and jumped.
Just a few meters from the ground, a black horse of dark magic materializes below him and he rides it around the tower before landing.
A black magic circle appeared on the surface below the undead army and they all stood still as if focusing on him. Black magic started seeping into them and they gathered into groups at his hand guide.
