It was.
A quick check showed that the bodies buried in the place were emptied of soul remnants. But despite that, Aleric didn't feel discouraged anymore.
Outside of the graveyard, his soldiers were laying the corpses of the town's defenders in neat rows, gathering any livestock they could find, and capturing anyone who refused to call Aleric their new lord.
A scene of carnage and devastation.
"Why would I need to waste my time on trash skeletons when I can raise better soldiers instead?" Aleric muttered to himself, leaving the graveyard. "The inquisitors should've taken better measures to protect the living instead."
***
Two days later.
Despite the time being after sunset, Frinstoun, the capital of Diawale County, was full of people and activity more than usual. They piled behind its walls like fish in a barrel. Dozens of peasants came here from the nearby towns, hoping for shelter from the approaching menace.
