Dragoslawa

In the Ombrae, people are whispering: "The King will never return," and the panic rose as the sky was menacing to send their soldiers to ravage the monstrosities living here. Banshees, zombies, vampires, and so many others were ready to leave the world they loved, to return to Earth and hide. 
When another rumor spread: "The Prince is coming", and in the heart of the damned, for the first time in a very long time, there was hope again.

For those who have fallen in disgrace, those who want to be forgotten.
It feels so cold in Ombrae.
Where are our brothers and sisters, where are our children?
It is so calm in Ombrae.
Listening to the call of our King and then his son, the Prince, in the darkness we rise.
It is so warm in Ombrae.

The Prince of the Ombrae

"Uuuuuuuundead, what are you going to do? Oh, oh uuuuuundead, bury a man or two?

In the dark night, where you walk in horde. The memories of your past life coming back.

Rotten and molten! I can't get through your smell! Everyone knows where you are.

I am here standing on the edge and coming from the bowels of earth. Oooooh, undead!"

In the base, everyone stopped themselves, hearing a man singing outside the base camp in the early morning. Sarin's heart tightened, and he ran out of the camp. Jäwell was walking peacefully as if nothing had happened. His sword was wet and his hair was soaked in blood. His clothes were ravaged, and he was half naked, bearing a large smile, playful, and deeply happy. Sarin could not believe his eyes, he approached Jäwell quickly and placed a hand on his shoulder strongly before pulling him into an embrace.

"You made it alive," Sarin breathed with relief.

Going through the dark