Dorian cut through the arm reaching past Alex's fire.
The corpse turned toward him. A pale thread stretched from the open wound in its shoulder, passing above the rune line toward the patients approaching the junction.
He drove the body sideways with his next strike, pulling the thread away from the road with it.
"Keep them away from the road!"
Two of his ghouls moved with him. One struck the next corpse behind the knee while the other forced its upper body toward the ruined shop beside them.
The human beds were almost at the junction. The Queen had ordered them through, and his wounded still needed the same road. Dorian would have gladly left the humans to the fleet that claimed to protect them, but the ships were firing into both armies. There would be no road for anyone if these corpses reached it first.
