There are worse things than death. From the ashes of forgotten wars, the Army of the Dead marches again, bone by bone.
These are the ones who looked Oblivion in the eye and said, “Not today.”
Below are the remnants of their cursed ranks, each one clinging to some shred of purpose.
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