"I seem to have already heard the cries of despair, smelled the sweet scent interwoven with fresh life and fear."
Phillips, the Necromancer, whispered silently, perfectly hiding his withered form within the endless undead surge, perceiving only with his mind the solitary outpost ahead.
It starts from here.
He will use the death power accumulated over centuries to completely transform the vibrant Ximu Territory into a desolate Undead Realm, and then use this as a base to raise an even more magnificent wave of death to sweep across the entire Sel Wilderness.
This is his incredibly beautiful vision.
However, this greedy delusion was suddenly interrupted by a tremor from deep within his soul.
The dense, rotting gray and white mist was violently torn, expelled, and instantly evaporated by an overwhelming, unmatched frenzy.
