I stood in the middle of a sea of zombies. Thousands of lifeless beings stared at me in silence, as if awaiting orders. Their empty eyes now reflected obedience. After a moment, I began to choose.
One by one, I called out to the zombies that caught my interest. Some were larger in stature, others had unique abilities, and a few had once been elite fighters before becoming undead. I examined them carefully, ensuring they were worthy of becoming part of my chosen legion.
After selecting more than a thousand zombies, I stopped the process. They now stood in neat rows, silent, unmoving. I felt a bit relieved seeing how easily they could be organized. As for the rest tens of thousands of others I would leave them in this world, not as a threat, but as inhabitants of a new dungeon soon to be built by the Goddess.
While waiting for the dungeon construction to finish, I asked a question that had been lingering in my mind.
