Rise Of The Silver Wolf
Two of the newly risen creatures, their skin pale and ghostly white, their faces warped into unnatural, distorted expressions, moved toward him with stiff, mechanical steps, as if pulled by invisible strings.
They bowed low before him, their heads bent in absolute submission, their bodies trembling with the weight of their new existence. One by one, the rest of the army followed, the entire crowd dropping to their knees in a slow, rippling wave of loyalty, their twisted forms bowing to their master. The dark lord stood taller, his skeletal frame seeming to draw strength from their devotion, his hollow eyes gleaming with a dark, unspoken promise. He opened his mouth, and his voice, rough and
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