The wall of the castle and the surrounding darkness hid Aleric from the sight of the defenders. From there, he patiently waited for his undead to exhaust their resistance.
Where living soldiers would've gotten tired from endlessly climbing the ladders, being thrown down, and then putting them up again, the undead were only focused on their tasks.
No matter how many stones the defenders threw at the heads of skeletons, there were always more of them. Eventually, the living hands grew tired of lifting these rocks. The legs became too slow in running from one ladder to another to push them off.
That's when the first skeleton climbed onto the wall and opened the path for dozens more.
'Besides the initial losses, things are going smoothly,' Aleric thought. 'But what are the inquisitors waiting for? Why aren't they fighting with the others? Are they waiting for me to show myself?'
The reason was telling him that this was a bad idea, but hiding felt just as terrible…
