Walking on the street, Thoren could feel every curious gaze fixed upon his body, yet he paid them no attention.
His calm footsteps echoed through the silent atmosphere like the tolling of a war drum.
Doors remained tightly shut.
Windows stayed firmly closed.
Humans and Jackal Beastmen alike did not dare breathe too loudly.
Merely staring at the army of undead servants was enough to leave nightmares etched into their minds for many nights.
Most terrifying of all was the massive undead Dust Naga coiled at the center of the street.
Its enormous body towered over the nearby buildings while its eyeless skull radiated a suffocating pressure that weighed heavily upon every living soul nearby.
The dried blood staining its serrated teeth sent chills crawling through countless spines.
No one dared look at it for too long.
After walking for several minutes, Thoren finally stopped before a two-story building.
