Aiden lowered his hand slowly, letting the last traces of Bone Armor fade from his body as the battlefield finally began to quiet.
The kind of quiet that came after everything important had already been decided.
Screams had faded.
Clashing steel had turned into scattered resistance.
What remained…
Was his.
He looked out across the ruined town, his eyes moving from one end of the battlefield to the other.
Bodies are verywhere.
Broken weapons, collapsed walls, blood soaking into the ground.
And between all of it…
His undead.
Still moving, standing around, and waiting.
Aiden took a slow breath, then spoke.
"Collect them."
The command spread instantly.
Across the field, skeletons began to move with purpose, no longer fighting, but gathering. They bent down, lifting corpses one by one, dragging them, carrying them, piling them into open spaces where Aiden's sight could reach.
Graveknit stepped forward slightly, watching the process with hollow stillness.
