Carrion didn't look at her.
He was still staring at the walls, at the figures standing above, at the ones who had laughed, who had dismissed the offer so easily.
"I agree," he said.
His voice dropped.
Colder than before.
The moment those words left him, the atmosphere changed.
Completely.
Carrion raised one hand.
And for a fraction of a second, everything seemed to hold its breath.
On the walls, Voss felt it immediately.
His expression hardened.
"…Here it comes," he muttered.
Hal's throat tightened, his fingers digging into the railing again.
Below, Carrion's hand fell.
That was all it took, and the undead army moved.
Not in chaos, but in perfect, terrifying unison.
