All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 2

The undead moved through the dank darkness, struggling hard to hold onto his identity in spite of the crowd that milled around him in single-minded determination. Much of his past was already lost in the haze of mob mentality. The more powerful forms of undead, those who no longer had need of flesh, seemed to be able to think more freely, but the flesh of life was a fetter; still, it was necessary for what had been intended.

"I come, my king," Delnar whispered in a quiet way. "I come... I know what drives my brethren. I come..."