The leader stood at the front, taller than the others, with a posture that radiated authority. The face he wore was distinctly male, and unlike the others, it could actually move. The smile could widen, the eyes could narrow, though its default state was still that uncanny smile.
On his chest, instead of two circles, there were five, arranged in a star-like configuration, with shorter inscriptions below. The same exact inscriptions also wound around his neck and across its forehead.
Right off the bat, Finn could already tell this husk was a significant step above the others.
His eyes tracked the three Ossuarists as they climbed toward the canopy, watching them with the kind of patient amusement a cat might show a trapped mouse.
As if what they were doing was futile…
Then, slowly, deliberately, he raised one foot and took a single step forward.
