The familiar cold air wrapped around Zich the moment he entered the graveyard.
Rain continued falling quietly from the dark sky above while rows of tombstones stretched across the black earth in every direction. Spirit mist drifted near the ground, and faint red lights flickered occasionally between the graves.
Zich initially planned to inspect the new tombs quickly before returning outside.
However, the moment his eyes landed on the undead knight graves, his footsteps slowed slightly.
The tombstones were no longer scattered randomly.
Instead, dozens of undead knight graves stood arranged in organized rows across one side of the graveyard. Each tombstone faced the exact same direction while equal spacing separated every line almost perfectly.
They looked less like graves and more like soldiers waiting for orders.
"I definitely did not arrange that," Zich frowned.
Farther ahead, one larger tombstone stood positioned at the front of the formation.
The Knight Captain.
