Yor Graves - Necromancer - Quest D1 - Z RPG Series Z

Yor Graves paused, her hand resting on the crimson gem at her throat as the spectral forms stirred within the churning water. They were restless tonight, their mournful cries echoing against the spray of the falls. She needed to focus; this ritual demanded precision. Each shade was drawn here for a purpose—to bolster the ward she erected around the village. The villagers feared the encroaching blight, and Yor, though viewed with suspicion, was their only shield. A flicker of doubt crossed her face. Could these echoes truly hold back the darkness? She tightened her grip on the gem, its coldness a stark reminder of her duty. "Silence," she commanded, her voice resonating with an unnatural power. “Your purpose is not lamentation, but protection.” The shadows quieted, their forms coalescing into a shimmering barrier against the unseen threat beyond the falls. Yor watched, grim determination etched on her face—a solitary guardian against the encroaching night.