Post slaughter

"Ended." Athos said, seeing the last of the citizens fall dead to the ground right in front of him. For a second he didn't believe that he had really managed to destroy the entire city, that he was just having a dream, but the pleasant smell of blood in the air and the thousands of corpses strewn at his feet said otherwise.

Even though his total mana kept growing, his mana still dried up before he could turn 1000 corpses into undead. Athos planned to turn all corpses into undead as soon as he regained his mana, increasing his army even more. But now was not the time for that.

"I won! Not you, but me! You who took my mother from me, who forced me to hide like a rat in the sewers, forced me to live below you! You are now my slaves and you are all below me! I hope you have lived happy lives, because I will make the afterlife hell for you!" Athos yelled as he looked at each of the skeletons around him.