The crunching of footsteps sent echoes of eerie noise into the air, permeating the area with successive sounds of despair.
As the darkness of the night watched the unholy sight that was displayed on the ground, the moon wept out soft rays of dim light that washed through the darkness and offered a semblance of light.
This didn't stop the advance of the figure who marched forward.
Standing still, a distance behind him, were his subordinates—all one hundred and twelve.
His sights were not on them, though, but instead the sea of corpses that littered the landscape like discarded pieces of bloodied possessions. The gleaming armor of the dead ones had already begun to rust as a result of the corrosive element of their dried-up blood, and their weapons also suffered the same fate.
However… they wouldn't remain this way for too long.
After all—
"Rise up."
—The Lord of the Dead had arrived.
~SWOOOOOSH!~
