Aiden did not waste any time.
"Come with me," he said, turning toward the door.
Durnak followed immediately, his heavy steps echoing faintly behind him, each movement carrying the dull sound of metal grinding against bone.
They moved through the quiet streets of the town, passing dim torches and silent buildings, until they reached a structure near the inner district. It was not large, nor was it anything special at first glance, just a simple workshop built from stone and wood, its exterior darkened by soot and years of use.
This was not a system building.
Just something they had taken and repurposed.
Still, it was enough.
Aiden pushed the door open.
The moment they stepped inside, the faint glow of embers lit up the room. A forge burned at the far end, not bright, but steady, casting flickering shadows across racks of tools and half-finished weapons scattered around.
And inside, there were figures.
Undead.
