Still, there was a clear difference.
Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied them.
"…No will of their own."
Just like his direct summons, these undead are equally dull. They had no awareness, no instinct beyond the most basic response. Yet, when he let a faint trace of his intent leak out, the entire group shifted almost instantly, their bodies reacting in unison.
They understood.
Aiden gave a simple test.
"Step forward."
The front row of skeletons moved at once, their bones clattering as they took a synchronized step.
"Stop."
They froze immediately.
Aiden gave a small nod.
"That's enough."
"They're not intelligent," he said calmly, glancing at Carrion, "but they can follow simple commands. That's all I need."
Carrion stood beside him, silent as always, his presence steady like a pillar.
"Yes, my lord."
Aiden's gaze shifted again, this time sharper.
"And they don't come back once destroyed," he added. "Not like mine."
