The skies above Dimartino are finally clear.
A full day has passed since the battle.
Barns activated the barrier and returned thirty thousand to life.
The Kingdom of Dimartino is now 61,755 strong.
The streets are filled with movement again, not chaos, but coordination. The town square is being scrubbed. Monster blood and ash hosed down by volunteers, children tossing buckets, adults laughing for the first time in weeks. There is music.
Hope.
It's infectious in Dimartino. The trauma of losing King Clancy is beginning to fade, and all anyone can remember is this most recent victory.
A horde of thirty thousand undead, slain and resurrected under the guidance of Barns.
A monstrous Zombie Lord named Corpsie, successfully detained and currently held underground in the police station.
