The zombies he hit with the wind fell to dust and new ones took their place. The new ones were restless, the Castle had been intruded and they were waiting in case those same intruders returned.
When they were all inside the gate, Death appeared, bony visage shod in a worn, black holocaust cloak. His eyesockets glowed with unholy light, jaw clacking as he announced, "Hehe what an entrance. Don't you know it's impolite to storm other people's castles and break their zombies?"
The Grim Reaper laughed at his own joke, jaws wide in mirth, then continued, "No torches, no pitchforks, so maybe you're not an angry mob." Then stroked the meta carpels of his fingers over his lower jawbone, mimicking the gesture of one scratching their chin. "Should I let you in to see the Master?"