Auriya hugged Arin's neck, "Just open the gate! You will see!"
The girl was quick-witted enough at this edge to catch Arin's cue and change the topic.
As Arin pushed the doors and approached his castle, the sight that greeted four of them was a chilling yet meticulously crafted spectacle.
The castle's courtyard had been transformed into a spooky parade ground, illuminated by a flickering green glow originating from spectral lanterns held in the air by the Revenants.
The Skeletal Warriors were standing in perfect rows; their polished armors were catching the ghostly light, while the Skeleton Archers formed a silent, motionless phalanx behind them, their bows tilted just enough to show readiness.
The Draugr, towering and formidable, guard the pathway leading up to the castle gates, their eyes glowing with a malevolent intensity.
Along the flanks, the ghoul servants scuttle with surprising discipline, each holding a standard bearing dark sigils of the necromancer's dominion.
