The graveyard greeted him with silence.
Darion stepped through the old iron gate and paused for a moment, allowing his eyes to wander across the rows of tombstones stretching before him.
Some stood straight despite how long they'd been there. Others leaned slightly to one side. Grass had grown between many of them, and small patches of wildflowers had taken root where no one had bothered to clear them away.
He breathed in slowly and released the air through his nose.
It had been a long time since he had come here. How long exactly? Darion wasn't entirely sure. A week perhaps. Maybe more. Time had blurred lately with everything happening: the battles, the negotiations, the endless planning. But standing here now, surrounded by silence and old stone, it felt like longer.
Darion smiled faintly.
"Well," he muttered.
His neck cracked softly as he rolled his shoulders.
"Time to work."
Darion reached into his inventory and summoned his undead knights.
