Instantaneously, a sound shook the air. The rattling of bones, a drum of doom.
It spilled into the air from the chasm. Trailed by crawling skeletons that erupted into the air from the cracked portion of the ground.
A fountain of bones and decayed flesh. Glowing with something dark and ominous. Dark Mana oozed out of its empty orifices and gashing portions as it crashed into the ground with a thundering force.
Loud chatters erupted as onyx bones forged from the fountain of skeletons. Arming themselves with weapons of bones as they lunged themselves to their feet.
An army of dark, armored skeletons taking a stance on the battlefield.
The Basalt floor trembled under the weight as the numbers multiplied like flies.
Jumping and rushing forward with rattling limbs. Jaws tightened to a rugged shut, while bony enamels clashed with the continuous flow of their body.
Mixing in unholy amounts to form a rising tide of storms – made from bone and sound.
