With each summoning, a faint pull tugged at his mana, like a slow, steady leak. He could feel it clearly now, but it wasn't overwhelming. The passives he'd chosen did their work, easing the drain and keeping his breathing steady.
By the fifth summon, the air around him felt colder.
By the eighth, the ground was littered with broken soil and cracked headstones.
Finally, the last black orb floated down. Aiden activated the skill one more time, and the final undead emerged, joining the others in silent formation.
Ten undead stood before him.
They didn't speak. They didn't move unless commanded. Their presence alone was enough to make the cemetery feel wrong, like the land itself had been violated.
Aiden lowered his hand, surveying his work with calm eyes.
Aiden stood there for a moment after the last skeleton settled into place.
