Thoren watched as one of the fallen stone statues trembled.
At first, the movement was subtle, barely more than a faint vibration running through the fractured stone limbs.
Then cracks spread across its surface like spiderwebs, fragments flaking off as something unseen stirred within.
Its hollow eye sockets faced the sky.
Empty.
Vacant.
Then.
A flicker of pale-yellow flame ignited deep within its sockets.
Soul fire.
The moment the flames stabilized, the statue's rigid posture shifted.
Its head tilted slightly, joints grinding as if rediscovering movement.
Beneath the stone exterior, something ancient and obedient awakened.
With the soul fire burning steadily, a semblance of intelligence emerged on its once-lifeless face.
"It worked…" Thoren murmured.
A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips, sharp and restrained.
[Undead Stonewall Tribe (Imperial Guard)]
[Level: 10]
Thoren exhaled softly.
He had expected resistance.
The Stonewall Tribe had not died naturally.
