I survey the hallowed grounds.
The many graves mark the locations of those resting in peace. I am here to disturb their peaceful slumber. I make a cut on my left thumb with a knife, and let my blood drip onto the holy grounds. I hold out my bleeding hand.
The spell works, my undead army stands before me.
The world will fall…
Word Count: 64
Written for YeahWrite #395 Microprose Challenge