SkellyTheSkeleton

'What is my purpose?'
He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children.
'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.'


Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

The Genesis of the Dead

Corvina halted her flight toward the capital and fixed her countless, glinting eyes on the woman below. The woman, unflinching, gazed back at the beastly form of her former companion, her calm demeanor masking the tension in the air as she waited for Corvina's first move.

With a sharp screech that pierced the heavens, Corvina summoned her avian army. The swirling mass of birds surrounding her shifted like a cyclone, their beaks and talons poised to strike. In a coordinated attack, they descended toward the woman, their movement swift as arrows loosed from a bow, ready to tear her to shreds.

The woman tilted her head slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Quite an impressive army you've got there," she remarked, her voice carrying an unsettling confidence. "But you're not the only one who's mastered familiars."

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