Ash.

They could feel the ash in the air.

The town still hands.

The people are dead.

Yet moving.

For they are mindless.

Servants of a far greater power.

They heed the call of their murderer.

Their master.

The Lord of Death.

The plague did its job well.

The Frozen King is pleased.

Their is more work to be done.

The Scourge is on the move.