Army of the dead
The air grew heavy, charged with the promise of violence. Dark clouds roiled overhead, a storm brewing in perfect sync with the tension on the rooftop. Tiny raindrops began to fall, pattering softly against the concrete, a gentle prelude to the chaos about to unfold.
Duncan's voice cut through the tense silence, his tone dripping with casual amusement. "Now, now," he drawled, lazily waving a hand. "Let's make this a touch more... interesting, shall we? You knights," his eyes flicked to Reggie, Randal, and Gunther, "will sit this one out. Can't have you interfering in our little drama, can we?"
Before anyone could protest, Duncan's eyes glowed an eerie crimson. With a gesture that seemed almost offhand, six shimmering portals materialized around the rooftop. The air crackled with energy, reminiscent of Drake's fallen power.