Approximately eight hundred men were gathered, their weary and travel-worn appearances made evident the trials they had endured. Some of them leaned on makeshift crutches, while others bore bandages that wrapped around their limbs. The ravages of battle and a treacherous journey were evident in their exhausted expressions and tattered clothing.Lord Mordian's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he walked among the soldiers, his gaze locking onto theirs. Each soldier carried a story of survival, each face a reflection of their shared determination to reach the prodloust gates against all odds.The courtyard was a tableau of resilience, an evidence of the human spirit's capacity to endure. Lord Mordian moved among the soldiers, his gaze steady as he took in the scene before him. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, their eyes carrying a mixture of relief and weariness.Some of the soldiers were bruised and battered, their faces smeared with dirt and sweat, their armor d

The next day, Lord Mordian was in the room within the palace, that had been assigned to him by Lord Barthine Loust It was a chamber adorned with subdued embroideries depicting scenes of valor, much like the main study chamber. A large table was spread with maps, scrolls, and parchments detailing the layout of Prodloust and its defensive structures.Lord Mordian's sharp eyes scanned the maps, absorbing every detail. He meticulously examined the positions of the walls, towers, and gates. His mind was a battlefield of possibilities, considering various scenarios and counter-strategies.As he traced his finger along the fortified walls and the locations of the defensive artillery, he contemplated ways to exploit the city's advantages and mitigate its vulnerabilities. His tactical acumen was at its peak, and he was determined to contribute to the city's defense in any way he could.Hours passed as Lord Mordian immersed himself in the maps, mentally maneuvering troops and devising strat

Lord Mordian cleared his throat, a sense of urgency in his tone. "Lord Barthine Loust, I understand that negotiations are underway, and the situation is fluid. But I believe it's crucial that we address another matter of utmost importance."Barthine Loust's brows furrowed in concern. "What is it, Lord Mordian?"Lord Mordian took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "It's about the fallen soldiers, the ones who understood the true essence of war, who fought for our land with unparalleled courage. I've been contemplating the idea of using the regeneration spell to bring them back to life today."Barthine Loust's expression shifted from concern to surprise. "Oh that, You're really serious about suggesting that we resurrect soldiers who have been gone for over a hundred years?"Lord Mordian nodded, his eyes unwavering. "Yes, Lord Barthine Loust. Who wouldn't be, I believe that their experience, their wisdom in matters of warfare, could prove invaluable in the coming battle. These are individua

As the fallen soldiers' forms solidified, the air around Lord Mordian grew heavy with anticipation. But as the spectral soldiers took on physical form, another phenomenon unfolded – a symphony of murmuring voices emerged from all around the graveyard. It was as if the very earth itself held secrets, and the voices of the long-rested spirits had been awakened by the magic that now pulsed through the night.Lord Mordian's heart quickened at the sound, his gaze darting from one grave to another. The tired voices carried a chorus of emotions, ranging from confusion to curiosity, as if the spirits themselves were awakening from a deep slumber.Driven by a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension, Lord Mordian rushed towards the nearest grave to him. His fingers brushed against the coarse earth, his heart racing as he hoped to find evidence of success.And there, before his eyes, stood a full-fleshed form of a soldier. His armor gleamed dully in the moonlight, and his eyes held a mixtur

The chief servant's voice echoed through the corridors, guiding the reawakened soldiers to a grand dining hall. The hall was adorned with intricate tapestries, softly lit by ornate chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the space.Rows of long wooden tables stretched across the room, set meticulously with gleaming silverware, fine china, and goblets filled with rich wines. Each table could seat four hundred, a testament to the meticulous preparations made by the Lord Barthine Loust and the Domus's inhabitants.The soldiers entered the hall with a sense of wonder, their eyes widening at the sight of the lavish spread before them. Their stomachs rumbled audibly, evidence of the hunger they had carried with them through the ages.Lord Barthine Loust, Lord Mordian, and Chief Rorak stood among them, their presence a reminder of the connection between the past and the present. They took their seats, interspersed among the soldiers, an unspoken gesture of camaraderie and unity.The reawa