The three remaining undead worked for another forty minutes.
It was a tiring work.
Darion stayed in the tree the entire time, perspective glass moving between the entrance guard, the far corner, and the two torch positions in a rotation he didn't let himself break even when nothing was happening.
Especially when nothing was happening. The moment he stopped watching was the moment something moved.
The entrance guard slept. The far corner guard slept. The mid-wall position stayed empty.
He felt the bindings moving steadily through the rotation, the three undead working through the room the way he had instructed, one bite, move on, no lingering.
It was something methodical and patient.
The loyalty holding clean at the numbers he had drilled them to, the commands sitting in the binding without the drag or resistance that the low twenties had produced.
