The moment Jacob stepped ahead of the point that the Undead Armies were avoiding, everything changed ahead of him. It was as though an invisible curtain had separated this place from the outside world.
There was silence, an absolute silence that felt ancient. Jacob's Eyes of Judge flickered faintly within the hollow sockets while his perception quietly swept across the surroundings.
But still nothing; not a single undead, or a lone wandering spirit, no patrol, sentries, and not even formations meant to detect intruders. It was as if this entire region had been abandoned countless ages ago.
Yet Jacob knew better, as those profound-colored spectrums hadn't lied. Every invisible current he could perceive still flowed deeper into this forgotten place.
