"Master!"
"No!"
"It's over..."
As William Heim was consumed by flames, the undead servants he left behind also met their demise.
Skeletons collapsed, zombies fell, and wisps of ethereal blue soul flames surged out of their confined bodies. In the air, the flames twisted into distorted human figures that, amid eerie or agonized or relieved wails, were swept away by the power of plane rules, heading to the legendary Reincarnation Hell.
In a moment, the once-noisy castle descended into silence. Everywhere Lynch looked was a dense overlay of bones and decomposed corpses.
Shaking the sparse sweat off his hair, Lynch pulled out a space pocket, crouched down, and began collecting. These bones and corpses were no ordinary remains; they were refined undead materials, crafted with a wastefully large amount of precious resources. Their value was significant.
Avery stepped out and was stunned when she saw Lynch picking up bones all over the ground. "What are you doing?"
