Voss let out a slow breath.
"…Still can't believe this," he muttered.
Beside him, the town lord stood stiffly, his hands gripping the edge of the railing so tightly his knuckles had gone pale, his eyes wide as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
His name was Hal.
And at this moment, he looked nothing like a man in control of a town.
Voss narrowed his eyes slightly, studying the formation more carefully.
"It really is a bunch of walking skeletons… and dead bodies," he said under his breath, his voice low, almost disbelieving. "How is this even possible…"
Hal swallowed hard, his throat dry, his gaze locked onto the advancing figures that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness.
"…Can we defend against them?" he asked, his voice tighter than he wanted it to be. "There's… there's at least twenty body tempering monsters out there…"
His breathing grew uneven.
"They're not even hiding it…"
Voss didn't answer immediately.
His eyes moved.
