Marduk was perhaps making his way back from a conquering venture. That, or perhaps he was planning to go on a new one. It was hard to tell. But the King of the Undead strolled through the Graveyard, which lay near the Gates but yet still a distance away from where the Grave Keeper might be. Only surrounded by a few men, he continued to walk along the graves, the tall stones lined up in an orderly fashion. It just so happened that he was passing the more important graves, those buried by the higher ups. If it were up to him he wouldn't even bother with a grave at all. Dead or undead, they would have no use for them anyway. He looked in disgust as he passed some tombs carved from the finest marble, now having cracks in their sides and made homes for spiders. Such a waste. In the end they're all the same anyway. Even if they became dead or undead, a king was no different from a peasant in his mind. He was a king that carved his way through blood and strength, one born by royal line had barely any significance, other than the tiny teaching of their ancestors. But they were usually weak, feeble beings. He continued along, stopping to admire perhaps one of the largest tombs of all. The enormous magnificence, the grave of King Irmied.

It took probably the most space, out of all the graves and was further in the Graveyard and away from the Gates. The other finer graves were surrounding it, probably his commanders or other human kings or whatnot. Marduk gave an impressed smile as he gazed at the large tomb of the king. Indeed, King Irmied was the very human that brought an end to the wars many years ago, of course he would get the biggest grave of them all. He snickered. Of course, the very man that made this wasteland for the undead. Marduk despised the fact. One of his soldiers took a piece of dirt and tossing it at the large statue's head, splattering onto his forehead then slide downward, looking like two brown tears coming down over his eyes and onto the cheeks. Marduk laughed, followed by the laughter of his men. He shook his head, indeed he and his soldiers knew how to have a good time. But they then kept walking. He then spotted a living, a young woman who walked among the gravestones. From behind her, a hand reached out from the ground, an undead emerging from one of the graves. It slowly crept toward her, reaching out with its arms as it made its way toward her. Coming from behind it Marduk walked hurriedly, standing before the Mindless' side before it could react, a sword pierced through its skin. The undead ceased and gasped, whimpering slightly as the blade drove through its body. Marduk then pulled it out, standing over the now dead Mindless as he looked over it, now near the girl.

"Well that was quick," he said, refreshed. It was always good to kill some Mindless. It seemed like he had just saved the girl, but rather he was just doing his duty as king to get rid of as many Mindless as possible.