Chapter 77 The Dead March

• The courtyard had become a battlefield unlike anything in recorded history. As I led my army of spirits through the castle's main gates, I watched living soldiers freeze in terror at the sight of their fallen comrades marching alongside the ghosts of their enemies in perfect unity.
• Lord Cassius sat atop his war horse at the center of his forces, his face a mask of fury and disbelief. The demonic influences surrounding him were more visible now, twisting reality around his position like heat waves. When he saw me approaching, his expression shifted to something between recognition and horror.
• "So the little princess has finally embraced her heritage," he called out, his voice carrying supernatural amplification. "Your mother would be proud to see what you've become."