Undead Society

The inside of the city was a grotesque imitation of human civilization, complete with towering buildings and bustling streets. But the presence of undead creatures lurking in every corner made it clear that this was not a place for the living.

Along the way, they saw many types of undead and also some witches looking at their way.

The guards were the lowest rank on the undead ladder, mere mindless puppets following orders. The citizens were a step above, still retaining some semblance of will but their bodies were decaying, evidence of their tragic fate.

And then there were the witches, the ruling class of this hidden society.

Fenrir couldn't help but feel uneasy as the undead creatures stared at him with their lifeless eyes. 

"I don't like the way they look at me," he grumbled.

"Don't worry, my love," Elizabeth replied, massaging his tense shoulder. "They can't help but be attracted to your vigorous body." She giggled at her own words.