Luciana stood in front of the army of ghosts that she had called to life. It looked like the cold wind that blew across the empty land stopped for a moment, as if it were waiting for something bad to happen.
The army of the dead, an eerie sea of ghostly figures, stood motionless before her. Their translucent forms shimmered in the moonlight. Luciana's eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction as she surveyed her legion, a twisted smile playing on her lips.
"Soldiers of the night," Luciana's voice cut through the silence, cold and commanding. "You are bound to my will, and my will alone. You shall march to Cassiana and bring it to its knees. Tear down its walls, shatter its defenses, and spread terror and despair among its people."
As her words echoed in the still air, a palpable sense o
