The Silent Assassin
'I must find an exit and reunite with Karna first. Then, we'll discuss what to do with the undead.' His teeth cracked. 'I can't die just to put my training to the test, not when so many citizens rely on me.'
His eyes narrowed into determined slits as the Elden soldiers' remains crunched under his steps to the doorless frame.
Jagged fragments covered in layers of rot stubbornly clung to the musty stones—a defiant attempt to withstand the unrelenting passage of time.
The fog thickened behind them, swirling like a living beast asserting dominance over cold, death, and the rows of open tombs covering several hundred meters.
He gulped as the noise of bony feet meeting the ground reverberated against the dreary silence. An icy shiver ran down his spine, his plans to fight small groups shattering like glass at the sight of the hundreds of skeletal soldiers.