Ever since the last failed pursuit of that little Lich named "Gray," Bruto seemed to be disappointed in them and no longer issued new tasks. Hence, they had to stay put. After all, they didn't even know what to do if they moved around.
Within the imitation human city, various facilities existed, yet all had come to a halt. Rats ran around unchecked. The Skeleton Blacksmith stood still, holding an iron hammer. The half-forged Longsword in his hand was already covered with spider webs. But he didn't care either. After all, the Undead Castle already had heaps of military supplies, more than they could ever use. If he forged more, he'd still have to worry about where to store them. Might as well just stay put...
Everything was quiet.
*Yes, the undead were indeed extravagant, recklessly squandering their infinite lifespan. After all, who cared?*
Within the entire city constructed by the Lich, only one place had activity: the core Great Castle.
