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Thoren walked forward with slow, measured steps, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
His pace was unhurried, almost leisurely, as though he were strolling through a peaceful street rather than approaching a town simmering with hidden hostility.
Beside him walked a tall, slender figure clad from head to toe in a long human robe. The hood was pulled low, concealing its face entirely.
From a distance, it looked no different from an ordinary awakener.
Only Thoren knew the truth.
On a whim, he had decided to try something new.
Instead of commanding a visible army of undead servants, he wondered if it would be more effective to walk openly with only a single protector.
A strong one.
One that did not draw attention.
And thus, the skeleton in a hoodie was born.
Apart from Thoren himself, no one would ever suspect what lurked beneath the hood.
