One hundred and twenty glowing eyes stared back at him. It felt cool, like bulbs shining in their own magical way, each pair of green lights burning steadily in the fading afternoon light. For a moment, Darion let himself imagine there were thousands of them. An army sprawling across the field in front of him, formation initialized, weapons ready, waiting for his command to attack.
He smiled at the thought.
Well... soon. Soon he would be able to do that. Not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. If he kept building his forces, kept adding to his inventory, kept raising every usable corpse he could find, the numbers would grow. One hundred and forty today. Two hundred tomorrow. Three hundred next month. The inventory cap was 150 knights for now, but that cap would expand. It always did when he ranked up. And when it did, he would be ready.
But for now, he had work to do. He needed to check what he had actually raised.
