Although it was woven into unnatural shapes by architects long gone, the Elven city was still at its core a forest, and that forest despite being long abandoned was still a living breathing thing. Not just in the sense that the trees and the foliage lived and grew, but also for what dwelled inside and beneath them.
In the time that the Elves had been absent, an entire ecosystem had formed within the vacuum they had left. An ecosystem of Wolves, Rabbits, Bears and creatures uncontained to the limits of our world.
It was an ecosystem of predators and prey and of birthing and feasting. It was an ecosystem of life, and of death.
And where there was death, in the eyes of a Necromancer, there was an army.
His silhouette loomed over the city as Revenant stood atop its walls, his ghoulish figure shrouded in shadows with only the wicked gleam in his emerald eyes and the sadistic smile etched onto his undead face, as he thrust his hands forwards.
