"So, those undeads waged war on the livings? That seems like a logical outcome" the herald swung her feet in the air as she sat upon Antieeld's bed, the commandant having described the war against the undeads in broad strokes, the eternal night, drowned in most absolute darkness, the unending ranks of the dead, their blinding strength, the gravelords, all of the powerhouses housed by the dark empire, the spread of malignant miasma, the slaughter, the losses.
But the most memorable of all was Loimos, probably the cog that had led to the rebirth of the undead empire, appearing from nowhere, a measly skeleton that had set out to slaughter the living, and to this end, he had gotten deeply involved, infiltrating the academy, fooling even the volcano witch, he had ruined Syklon's entire criminal network, he had murdered and impersonated Lunate and for Antieeld, what she remembered best, was the fact that he had killed Gelter, and even began wearing the noble knight's armour as his own.
