Re: At Sunset.
And this is why you always showed up late to the party. The waiting. Just waiting as it got darker and darker and darker, knowing a fight would be coming. It was nerve-wracking and made Nico itch to just shadow-travel over there and end this. Yeah, coming in late with flourish and a grand entrance was so much better. Even if it did cause a bit more stress in a different way.
He absently ran his hand over Aurum's head, something that'd likely be a ruffle pet if the sleek dog actually had fur. In his other hand, he turned Diocletian's scepter slowly in his grip. Might be over kill based on the situation, only a hundred from the looks of the rag tag group, but if anything else, the zombie army would provide a shield of bodies and flesh that the wolves could chomp on to their hearts' content without any risk of passing on the curse.
Finally, the sky darkened. His face scrunched up as the grossest sounding rice crispies started up at the camp. Ew... Alright... Time to see if this'd work...
Raising the scepter high, he concentrated, the baseball sized orb at the end of the ivory staff glowing purple, causing the air in the clearing around them to shimmer with the same light. For one long held breath, it seemed as if nothing would happen, but then the ghosts came. Slowly at first, but then quickly amassing, their forms taking solid form as they lined in formation by the dozens. Not the cohesive unit that had appeared in the House of Hades, but still Roman warriors, ready, willing, and able to fight.
He gave a satisfied nod as he switched the scepter to his left hand and glanced at Reyna. "One zombie dance party, at your service, Praetor," he said as he drew his blade from his chain belt.