A bright light appeared in Sienna's eyes. The more she considered Harold's words, the clearer it became that this ability held far greater value than she had first imagined. Looking at him with growing excitement, she said, "Grandpa Harold, if the animals can maintain such a perfect formation, shouldn't the undead be able to do the same? A beast follows instinct, but the undead follow orders. If even beasts can line up without mistakes, our undead army should perform even better. Like mountain peaks standing shoulder to shoulder against a storm—if not a single one breaks formation, the enemy would have nowhere to strike."
