Three Hundred Dead and a Goddess

By the time the trial ended, many weeks after the start, Kai stood before his three hundred undead, raised by him and summoned from his Shadow Space.

The ruined city, once silent save for the occasional groan of a wandering corpse, now thrummed with unholy power. Kai's power.

The undead that claimed the city were his. Every last one.

It had not come without cost. He lost dozens of undead between the battle with the adventurers and the one with the grave maw. Including Tecton and Ignis.

Kai scoured every street, every forgotten ruin, and every collapsed building for corpses to raise. He had pushed himself to the brink of collapse, clawing for every last scrap of life essence he could find.

He had been tempted, so very tempted, to drain himself again, to dip into the negative, but he knew.

Vepice wasn't there. No miracle medicine. No safety net.

If he pushed too far, he would die.

But he had survived. Alone.