Chapter 37 The Skull Queen's Choice

• The cathedral had become a charnel house where the dead fought, shadow and steel sang against supernatural claw. My newly risen army of corpses moved with jerky, unnatural movements, but they felt no pain and knew no fear. They grappled with my father's shadow-creatures while the living survivors pressed against the walls, too terrified to flee.
• "Impossible," my father breathed, his face gone white beneath the blood spatters. "You're not strong enough to command so many dead."
• "I'm stronger than you ever imagined," I replied, feeling the intoxicating rush of necromantic power flowing through my veins. Each corpse I controlled was like an extension of my own body, their movements guided by my will. "Strong enough to end this."