Unlike the others, these ones didn't act human. Their movements were stiff, their heads turning only when something approached. When Aiden's beast came into view, they reacted immediately.
They stepped aside, no words, no hesitation.
They understood enough.
Aiden didn't slow down as he passed through. His undead beast moved forward, its heavy steps echoing softly through the streets.
Some of the townspeople looked up, and started greeting Aiden with so much respect.
Carrion followed closely behind, its armored frame drawing attention even among the undead. Graveknit moved in its usual unsettling way, bone fragments shifting with each step.
Aiden didn't stop until he reached his villa.
It stood at the center of the town, larger than the other structures, built from darker materials that seemed to absorb the fading light.
He stepped down from his beast and walked inside without a word.
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His room was quiet, clean, undisturbed.
