**Chapter 110 - Cavalry**
The dark green undead were simply too frightening.
Their crystal-like skeletons reflected an eerie green glow beneath the black mist, and the empty sockets of their eyes burned quietly with soul fire. Every step produced the dry clatter of bones striking stone—a sound that crept into the hearts of Celus and his men like cold water seeping through winter cracks. None of them had ever stood so close to undead before. Even though the creatures remained perfectly still, merely looking at them was enough to make the porters tighten their grip on the reins.
Harold noticed the fear spreading across their faces, but his expression stayed calm. "You do not need to be afraid. These undead were summoned by my Master. They will not attack without reason. Since you have completed your task faithfully, there is no need for you to remain. As a token of appreciation, take these coins, Celus. Share them equally with your brothers, then return safely."
