And the Dead Shall Rise 3/4
Threnody found the third floor, heedless of what violence still occurred. Her wail drowned by the sound of her followers that crowded and choked the halls with their forms. Just standing, following, calling her name as she fed.
When the last of the death was gone and the last of the bodies joined to her growing chorus, she turned once more. Heading down. To the smell of death.