A palace built with brittle bones; so easily fractured. Yet in time souls will walk upon the ash under Pluto's careful watch. Death will rise from its slumber and surrender to the will of the living no more.
A vault of riven dreams will open and from within the cry of corpses will be heard.
born from a love of fantasy, i thought about what would happen if a necromancer could no longer control the dead he has summoned.