The undead immediately became attracted to the disturbance occurring in the distance. Drawn by a curiosity that survived only as fragmented instinct, countless undead creatures began moving toward the battlefield.
For thousands of years, this dead world had lacked the one thing every former inhabitant had once possessed : Life.
Now the battlefield overflowed with it.
Dragonborn aura, living Magic, elemental energy, emotions, and battle intent flooded the wasteland like a beacon. To the undead, it was something unfamiliar yet deeply remembered. Something they had lost long ago.
Without hesitation, skeletons abandoned their endless wandering and turned toward the battle. The spectral figures drifted through ruined cities. Undead beasts emerged from ancient valleys and mountains. Entire hordes began converging toward the source of the living energy.
The fresh Magic fascinated them.
