For a moment, nothing happened.
The resurrected members of the Slave Trade Guild stood silently, their bodies completely restored despite the brutal deaths they had suffered.
Then, without warning, they charged.
"Kill!"
Dozens of voices erupted together as the resurrected members rushed toward Thoren and his undead army, their footsteps hammering against the ancient stone floor while their weapons were raised high.
Unlike before where there was hesitation and fear in their eyes but now, their eyes burn with fanatical excitement as if death itself had become nothing more than another blessing granted to them.
Thoren watched them approach with a cold expression.
Although the scene was bizarre, he had already witnessed their resurrection once, and as long as they could be killed, he saw no reason to retreat.
"Kill them all." His voice was calm and unwavering.
Instantly, the undead responded to their master command.
