As our steps halted in front of the large stone building hidden behind a misty hill, the atmosphere shifted. The ancient undead aura that had previously been faint was now so thick it clung to my chest like the suffocating fog of night. And yet, what surged within me wasn't fear… it was curiosity.
The door creaked open slowly, as if welcoming me. From within emerged a tall figure cloaked in a tattered black robe, the hood shadowing most of his face. But I could see it the pale white bone peeking from rotting flesh, and a pair of glowing green eyes radiating both wisdom and madness.
"Hoo… so you're that zombie," he said, his voice like the whisper of ancient dust blown by the wind. His gaze swept over my body with curiosity, as though evaluating something precious. "Interesting… very interesting. This is even better than I imagined. A whole body, pure death energy… yes, this is a far more perfect form than merely being brittle bones."
