Blood stained the earth red.
Yugin trudged slowly forward with heavy steps. Behind him stood a tall, powerfully built orc with dark red skin. He was the current leader of the Fire Blade Clan, the Seventh Generation Fire Blade Swordmaster, and the right-hand man of the God Ascendant Yugin.
Piles of bones and the bodies of countless orcs surrounded Yugin. Divine power had suppressed the evil, and before them lay a shattered husk: the awakened Fire Blade Swordmaster, the mighty warrior who had once slain a Lesser Demon Lord single-handedly. The orcs had suffered devastating losses in this battle. To eliminate these resurrected undead, Yugin had personally joined the fighting. Nearly three thousand elite orc soldiers had fallen, a crushing blow to the clan. But Yugin had no choice. He could never allow these undead to spread, or the survival of the entire orc race would be gravely threatened.
"Cremate the bodies of these brave warriors!"
Yugin looked utterly exhausted. Even after ascending to godhood, he had retained his aged appearance. He saw no reason to deliberately change it, for in the orcs' faith, he was an elder akin to a father or forebear. He said slowly, "Have the shaman priests prepare the soul-summoning ritual. The souls of these warriors must be sent to the Ancestor Lands to rest!"
With Kelemvor, the Lord of the Dead, in trouble, the souls of every race across the Material Plane were unsafe.
Yugin raised his head and looked toward Falling Leaf City. Faint flames could be seen in that direction. It was easy to imagine the plight the city would face now that it had lost the Domain of Eternal Rest.
The city had fallen into utter decline.
The ghouls lurking in the darkness had finally bared their fangs. With the arrival of