Chapter 830: Outpost Epsilon

Hearing the grumbling and groaning of the undead as they shuffled out of the various ruined buildings inside of the outpost, I reached for my Khopesh and exited the carriage first, taking a cursory look before nodding at the others, signaling for them to exit the carriage as well.

"That's a sizable number of undead for a mere outpost... Do you think some of the citizens escaped from Custodia and made their way here? To the other outposts as well, hoping for rescue and shelter?"

I shrugged as I looked over the approaching undead, their flesh a dried out, withered grey that belied the strength coursing through their scrawny bodies, their appearances deceiving to those that had never encountered the undead before.