Buried

Jay sensed hundreds of human skeletons in the soil somewhere below his feet, and he immediately became concerned. There had to be hundreds of them otherwise his necrotic sense wouldn’t have detected it.

He resisted the urge to add them all to his necrotic gauntlet. If the dead suddenly rose into a green storm of flying bones, the villagers would probably assume it was a doomsday sign, and he didn’t want the already suspicious villagers recklessly charging him with their pathetic wooden spears.

The skeletons underground were strangely not complete skeletons either, but it was more like they had been taken apart, mixed, and tossed there recklessly some time ago, now covered by a layer of roots.

“Did the knights do this?” he wondered, shocked at how much of the large bone mass there was.

Some of the skulls were smaller too, giving Jay a bad taste in his mouth.

“So merciless. Even the children.”