We stood in silence.
Our camp under the abandoned bridge was hardly a location worthy to be called our leader’s final resting place. He deserves so much more than a makeshift grave and a randomly selected rock as his tombstone. None of us standing here, paying our final respects to him, would have been alive had it not been for his bravery. He was the one who saved us from the extraterrestrial invaders, and taught us how to fight back. We are lost without him. However, that could be changed.
It is a gamble, but the necromancer could help us…
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