Capítulo 467: A Brewing Storm

"Thank you," Dave said while giving a half bow.

"It is the way of kings, We must return generosity ten times, and vengeance even more so." The undead king uttered as he gazed upon the people in his hall.

"And for now, let the coronation of Our Child commences!"

A loud fanfare and music echoed through the palace, unlike what should be in a joyous event such as a coronation, the music was bone-chilling, more like the chorus of hell. Yet for the Undead this was probably the only kind of music they would ever listen to. Or so they thought..

"Oh, starting the party without me, that ain't cool," spoke the voice of a well know, very famous, and pretty dangerous guy.

Nicholas, the Undeath God, appeared in the middle of the hall. Without a moment to waste, all undead and NPCs knelt down, including the Elven King, the Undead King, and even the Ice Queen. The only ones that remained standing were the players, Dave, and Balaam the oracle.