The cathedral (short story)

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"Are you sure about gaurding this place..." a soft spoken young man only equiped with the most basic of spears and iron armour with the empires logo sown onto the clouth banner on his shoulder pad as he turned to a far more taller and experienced gaurds men. "As long as you dont see him our jobs are fine..." the young man was taken aback by this statement shocked to find the remenents of fear scattered in his superior's eyes "We call him the grave walker..." he breathes in and out trying to remeber the mixture of mix of fact and rumour in his mind "All we know about him is he is in connectionto dark magic so much so he can raise the dead into horrific... monstrosities..." the young mans eyes widened as he began to shiver "Wh-what would he want with a holy place of god..." the older man spoke again "He dosen't want the cathedral itself he wants whats underneath..." the young man whispered "The royal tombs..." The older soilder nodded at his younger comrade as the both of them had no fathom of the 'gravewalkers' plans for the royal tomb but before they could have more of an idea form in their heads black and green energy spilled from the back streets as both gaurds become more alert and terrified...