Kai wandered through the village. The cemetery, churches, and even the dungeon were all empty.
Empty of souls.
Not a single glimmer of the spark of life remained.
Over the centuries, they faded away or found their next purpose.
"Well, if there are no souls, I'll make use of the bodies. If Orlin could be reanimated l, so can these."
Kai looked over the streets.
He'd seen them already.
They were everywhere.
Stripped skeletons thrown into corners, heaps of ribs and thighbones where scavengers had taken everything except the bones.
The skulls embedded in the earthen soil.
The living were gone. Long gone.
Those that were left had fled to the surface and taken everything that the living were too afraid to leave, needed to survive.
The dead had been thrown into piles and left to feed fungi. None of those dead were recent enough to have lingering souls; only whispers, shards of what once was instead of anything whole.
Still, where there was bone there was possibility.
