The Shadows of a Fallen Town [chapter 11]

As I surveyed the scene, my thoughts raced. Here laid three bodies devoid of life, and one cold corpse marking the climax of a desperate struggle. The weight of my choices loomed heavily upon me. What course of action is appropriate for such a grim tableau? 

"Master," I heard Gobby's voice echo in my mind, the telepathic connection crackling with urgency.

"Why don't you resurrect this man? He may provide valuable insights into our predicament."

I contemplated his suggestion, realizing it mirrored my own burgeoning thoughts. "Very well, let's see what he knows."

"Resurrect," I commanded, my voice resonating with authority, the energy flowing through me.

"Human! I, your master, call upon you—rise and serve me!" A circle of ethereal light formed around the leader of the gang, its edges shimmering with a spectral glow. In a visceral display, the body was engulfed by the light, and then, like a phoenix reborn, he emerged anew. His skin was a deep ebony, patterned with luminescent designs that seemed to pulse with life.

"Master, allow me the honor of serving you," 

"What is your name, and what can you tell me about this woman?"

I inquired, my gaze fixed on him, searching for the truth buried in the layers of betrayal and despair.

"I am Lucas," he replied, a shadow of shame passing over his features. "This woman is Lilly. We were tasked with extorting the money she owed us. When we arrived at her home to confront her, she was absent. In our foolishness, we pursued her here, and when she resisted, we—" he faltered, remorse flooding his voice, "we intended to use her for our enjoyment."

"Unacceptable," I declared, the disgust seeping into my very being. "That behavior is despicable."

"Master, I apologize profusely for my indiscretions. Please, I beg you to punish me for my deeds," he implored, kneeling before me.

The transformation was staggering—mere moments ago, he had sought my life, and now he grovelled for forgiveness. Such was the potency of my ability.

I pressed on, my suspicions churning. "Who is your superior, and what really transpired in this town? Explain why it lies dead and devoid of hope."

The tale unfolded slowly, Lucas's words weaving a tragic narrative filled with sorrow and loss. 

"This town was once vibrant and full of life," he began, his voice thick with memories of better days. "But everything shifted when an enigmatic figure emerged, possessing powers that could manipulate stone and earth at will. He unleashed chaos, sowing discord among the townsfolk. A noble guild master, alongside a cadre of braver adventurers, rose up to challenge him. Their struggle was fierce—a violent clash that raged in the southern reaches of the kingdom. Unfortunately, the guild master met a horrific fate; he was butchered in cold blood, his bravery extinguished." 

He continued, his tone heavy. "The people who witnessed the horror were gripped by terror, and one by one, they submitted to the overwhelming strength of this mysterious assailant. The town transformed into a mere shadow of itself, the once joyous laughter turned to silence. Those who dared oppose him were slaughtered, and his will became law. Thieves prowled the streets, and the sanctity of women and children was cast aside without remorse. The town is now bleak, under a pall of despair that seems almost palpable—hope has all but vanished." 

"This woman, Lilly," Lucas gestured toward her unconscious form, "was a maid in the guild master's household. The child she speaks of is guild master's daughter the other daughter of guild master is a talented magician. She now languishes in a prison cell, held on charges of treason. His wife, a brave soul, perished alongside him in battle. This master is the unfortunate tale of our town."

I absorbed his words, the weight of the town's burden settling upon my shoulders.

"I see. You know this woman's residence. Let us take her there for the time being."

"Master," Lucas urged, an eager gleam in his eyes, "you could eliminate them as well. With their defeat, the three of us would be more than willing to serve at your side."

"Those two are unconscious," I reminded him, my voice stern yet measured. "Unfortunately, I am limited to maintaining only five undead at a time, and counting you, I have room for just one more. I will not waste it on such fools."

"As you wish, master," he acquiesced, bowing his head.

Suddenly, a faint groan broke the stillness. "My head… it hurts... aah…" The voice belonged to Lilly, who was stirring. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open as she regained consciousness, confusion etched upon her features.

"Where am I?" she murmured, her gaze darting restlessly around the dim surroundings.

"Here," I said softly, offering her a cup of water. "Drink this."