Army of Undead I

"Lord Dular"  Dular was busy poking a severed head on his table when he heard a voice. He didn't have to turn back because he knew who it was, an apprentice he never wanted in the first place but got impressed by the knowledge he possessed about the undeads; Jonah. 

Jonah was dragging a dead body that reeked of putrid smell into Dular's workshop. The workshop was a spacious hall yet there was no empty space. Every nook and cranny had something. The wooden racks were lined up against the walls. Jars filled with weird eyeballs, body parts, black goo in bottles, dead bodies with countless cuts, and various tools could be seen in the room.