Chapter 180: Skeletal abyssal hounds

With a satisfied smile, the Death Monarch straightened, dusting off his hands, as if the spellwork had been nothing more than an idle task.

He sauntered toward Volk with leisurely arrogance, his injuries from Volk's previous assault seeming to have vanished entirely, his stance tall and unscathed.

He stopped a mere feet away, staring up at the immobilized ogre with a look that was equal parts fascination and disdain.

"You are a truly magnificent creature, I'll give you that," he said, eyeing Volk like a rare trophy on display. "Under my rule, you'll find many… rewards. Allow me to enlighten you on what you could enjoy."

He paced in front of Volk, his voice dripping with smug superiority as he began his list.