The two imps finished the special tomb for the Walker quite quickly. The tomb allowed the Walker to stand inside, behind a solid stone slab engraved with a stylised form of the Walker standing within. It was embedded into the wall to Calvartem's right. Once it was done, and the Walker was safely sealed inside, Calvartem banished the imps with a wave of his hand. This tomb was necessary because, as is the way with Keepers, to freely create more of a minion there must be an existing reference. For most Keepers this would only be a problem if their forces were wiped out completely, but as the Necromancer did not keep a standing army extra measures had to be taken.

He went outside, turning his face away from the sunlight, and checked the progress of the tower. The imps had made good progress, and the tower was roughly half complete. So far the tower stood 6 meters, and would grow another 4. No wood was present in the structure, at Calvartem's command, so it was made entirely from stone. The imps had saved time by cannibalising some of the buildings of the town to supply stone bricks, but now progress was slowing as it became necessary to carry stone from the nearest quarry to the tower. Calvartem summoned another 10 imps to hurry their progress, and was returning to the crypt when one of the scouting imps returned and stood before the Necromancer.

"What is it?" Calvartem demanded. The imp was silent, with no face to convey any expression. Noticing the issue, Calvartem created a tiny orb of darkness in his palm and let it drift into the ghostly form of the imp. "Speak."

The imp indeed spoke, although its voice was faint, like a gentle breeze through the gaps in a roof. "Master, I have found a small town at the base of the mountains to the west. They appear to be miners. It is not noticeably fortified."

Calvartem nodded and waved his hand at the imp, causing it to vanish with a faint squeak of protest. So there were more towns, which was to be expected. And they equally did not expect him. But there was bound to soon be a town which was ready for battle, and he would need something more than a shambling band of zombies to conquer them. He entered the crypt, ordering his imps to take in 20 of the slain humans and leave them on the floor. Once the imps had left, Calvartem sat on the throne which was his Heart and let his spirit leave his body and drift over the heap of bodies.

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