"I count one hundred free souls ready for harvesting," Stephan said, his grin never faltering as his Ossuary Sword materialized with a whisper of bone and steel. The blade hummed, resonating with the very essence of the Soul Desert.
"Alright then… let's get started."
The skeletal infantry suddenly halted, shields grounding in the sand as if an invisible command froze them. Stephan raised a brow.
Then he heard it...clack, clack, clack...the sound of bones shifting in unison. The archers stepped forward in perfect discipline, their hollow sockets locking onto him. Without a sound, they drew their bows.
A ripple of dark soul-fire lit their arrowheads.
And then, with eerie synchronicity, a hundred bows loosed.
The air howled as the arrows rained down, blotting out the dim light above, descending like a black storm onto Stephan.
Stephan's face split into a dark grin. Then he vanished in a blur.
By the time the first arrows hit the sand, he was already among them.
