A necromancer’s​ power

Laughing manically, he stood. The dead rose with him, twisted arms and legs full of rotting flesh. Yes, he thought, his army would devour this town, consume this country, devastate this –

“E-excuse me?” A voice spoke. He turned to his loyal subjects, his minions, his –

“I don’t feel so good.” The voice spoke again. His army was crumbling, limbs detaching into piles on the floor. The moans of the undead became louder, annoyed, he pushed their souls back to the afterlife… he needed a better plan.



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