“Welcome back, master. Your loyal servant prays for your return every day!”
In the Dark Hall, Kersu’s voice was trembling with excitement. His face was pale like a ghost, and his body was like a skull wrapped in skin. He was clearly extremely weak.
The returning undead saw the mages under his command that were once highly valued. A hint of a smile flashed across his eyes, but he no longer cherished them as much as before.
Kersu was a genius. At least among the aborigines, he was a top-notch talent. After coming into contact with the knowledge of the higher dimensions, he could absorb it as quickly as a sponge and become a good assistant for his own development of civilization.
But now, he had seen even more powerful geniuses. The undead thought of the few outsiders he had met on the island, the wind demon who was so talented that even the members of the Elven Council could not help but coexist with him... ”...”. And there was not only one such genius, but a group of them.