A few hours later...

It was over.

Nosdyn and his people had mercilessly slaughtered the Lloth group. Nosdyn himself snapped Lucille's neck and hopefully ended Xyllea's bloodline once and for all. Those people had no honour.

He looks around to make sure their forces were all accounted for.

As was standard protocol the enemy bodies were used to create new Undead.

The Undead would waste no resources.

Nosdyn pants heavily as he sheathes his iron maces. He looks at his companions. "We've won."

Tharak, Lilly, and Xelldra look at their commander. "You've lead us to a clear victory." Tharak quietly says. They all bow before Nosdyn. A host of Undead kneel before Nosdyn accepted him as their leader.

Nosdyn gasps catching his breath and looks at them with a nod. "I will lead us. In the name of my Forefathers before me." Nosdyn declares. They prepare to return to their temple.

It was better than sleeping in a damn cave....