Death - Bone Storm

Death had dropped from Despair and knelt, hands held just above the sun-dried earth, whispering words that were not words at all. The temperature dropped, and even War felt a chill across the back of his neck.
Bones burst from the soil at the Horseman’s bidding, but these were not the skeletal hands he had attempted to wield against Belisatra’s constructs. They danced in a veritable cyclone, a sandstorm of jagged edges and heavy knobs. The noise as they whirled across the stone, blasting away layer after layer, was terrible; the lust-spawned bastard of the earthquake and the tempest.
The Riders could only hope that the thick stone itself would, at least for a time, prevent those within from detecting their arrival.
The bone storm, however, exhausted Death’s energies as few of his other necromancies did, and normally served to rend flesh rather than rock. After only a few moments, when the osseous deluge had blasted only partway through, the elder brother rose to his feet and dropped his arms to his sides. Instantly the cloud scattered, leaving few traces of itself behind.

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Chapter 16