Death Army

The Death Knight had just set foot in a village.

His menacing shadow and malevolent aura had corrupted the ground beneath him, filling the air with such dense negative energy that it became suffocating. The atmosphere was heavy, charged with a sinister presence, while silence reigned supreme over the ruins of the lives extinguished in an instant.

The macabre spectacle of a harbinger of death wandering among the living was met with the oppressive muteness of the corpses scattered around him.

Before the Death Knight, everything had become vanity and ephemeral. The torn-apart houses, the bodies frozen in postures of terror, the ashes floating in the air like remnants of a shattered existence... Nothing escaped his emotionless gaze.