His boots slammed heavily against the wooden steps.
"What's going on?!" he barked as he reached the top.
The guard who rang the bell pointed outside the walls with a shaking hand.
"My lord… t-there…"
The Town Lord stepped toward the edge of the tower and looked out.
Then he froze.
His brows slowly knitted together in disbelief.
Outside the town walls…
A dark, gloomy aura spread across the ground like creeping smoke.
Inside that aura marched figures.
Skeletons.
Dozens of them.
Each one carried a sword and shield, their empty skulls staring forward as they marched toward the town.
Among them were several armored warriors.
But something was terribly wrong about them.
Like corpses walking.
For a moment, the Town Lord thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Then he whispered slowly,
"…What kind of black sorcery is this?"
Behind him, several body tempering practitioners had also climbed the tower.
One of them narrowed his eyes and stared at the approaching army.
