The other soldiers stood on edge, scanning the empty courtyard for traps or residual magic. Nothing.
High atop a rooftop far in the distance, King Alexios Valorian stood with his arms folded behind his back.
His crown caught the light of the sun as he gazed at the place where the dead had stood. His expression was calm. A small sigh left his lungs.
"So this is what's called true necromancy. Its elegance can't be compared to old necromancy… Or rather, Corpse Animation."
The king had a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined the many undead monsters, most of whom were part of the Covenant of Eternity - another big syndicate like the Vesper Consortium just in Ravenshade territory instead of Greenvale. He knew those old sacks of bones must've been beyond furious when their class suddenly went from Necromancer to Corpse Animator.
All thanks to Quinlan. He wondered if they would do something now that they knew that the man responsible for their demotion was a mere duchy away.
