The Army of the Dead, with their newfound strength, generated a thousand ghastly screeches that combined into one, discombobulating the swirling storm of silver butterflies; countless of them broke down into tiny stardust, unable to withstand the undead's sinister frequency.
The Ghost race represented unrest in their bloodline, to never die, or never be able to die, which was why they were mostly referred to as Undead. The entire Ghost Empire was based on a strict hierarchical system.
It was like a chain on their neck they could never escape. Their minds and souls twisted to obey forever the commands of whoever summoned them from the dead. It was only in their last moments that they would be free of the corrupted nature of the Death Energy.
Only in the embrace of true death would they feel freed and relieved beyond reason.
They were the race in complete opposition to Mother Nature.
