The Dreadful One
"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.