Kapitel 1818: 1818. Break The Rituals

"So, the willing undead became some sort of messed up worshippers, soldiers, and priests? Then the experiments became messed up undead like these that are always in pain…" The first was somewhat a question but the second was angry as Remey trailed off. No one bothered to answer. They knew that she was saying it out loud so that she could hold it closer to her resolve as she fought more undead later. 

"We just managed to free these ones so they can live out their lives. Midnight, don't be angry that you didn't see them. I can feel it. There was no way you would discern darkness rune carved bones in the darkness while you used shadow wrapping. As much as you knew, there were just littered bones until the night fell." Walker made sure to keep Midnight out of her own head.