The March of Death
Thump… Thump…
The sound of footsteps could be heard throughout the area. Not only could one hear the sound of multiple footsteps, and the clinking of armor, you could even feel the earth shake from this mighty march. This was the march of the undead, this was the march of death.
A cold wind swept across the barren road.
The sky above was covered by dark clouds, turning the afternoon into something closer to dusk. Dead leaves rolled across the ground as countless figures advanced without pause.
Skeleton soldiers marched in perfect formation.
Armored undead knights rode skeletal warhorses whose empty eye sockets glowed with eerie green flames.
Rotting corpses dragged rusted weapons behind them.
Towering undead abominations carried massive bone clubs over their shoulders.
Not a single one spoke.
Not a single one hesitated.
The only sound was the endless rhythm of death itself.
Clomp.
Clomp.
Clomp.
