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Epilogue

Hero Ronan, covered with dust from a long road, rode inside a village. A chill ran down his spine at sight before him! Undead villagers roamed aimless on streets – men, women and children alike, their flesh pale and rotting. Empty eye sockets stared unseeing, as they shuffled by in macabre parade!

The knight’s heart raced with trepidation, sword hand tightening on reins instinctively. Three figures emerged from mist to greet him – a knight clad head-to-toe in battered armor; a mysterious cloaked shape with face hidden beneath cowl; and finally, an Undead King himself – skeletal crown resting askew upon bony brow!

The trio halted before hero, their forms silhouetted against moonlit horizon. An oppressive aura of decay clung to them like funeral shroud – stifling life’s vibrancy from very air around.

– Welcome Ronan, – cloaked figure said with pleasant voice: – We have been expecting you.

Ronan nodded and got