The Undead Arrive 2
In the midst of the desolation, a figure emerged—a stark contrast to the tumult that surrounded him. His gait was unhurried, steps measured as if he feared disturbing fragile serenity beneath his feet. The wreckage of the battlefield, though strewn with ash and tainted by blood, seemed to part before him, leaving his shoes untouched and pristine—a manifestation of a power that extended beyond the obvious.
His attire, though lacking the ostentation of high fashion, bore a certain casual elegance. The top buttons of his shirt were nonchalantly undone, and his black trousers, perfectly tailored, hinted at an understated refinement. Despite the chaos that had unfolded, he carried himself with an air of carefree indifference, as if the surrounding pandemonium were inconsequential to his tranquil existence.