Bab 2151: Backbone 2

He had once been the esteemed hall master of the flourishing Undead Race, a time when meeting him would have been considered a rare privilege, let alone collaborating with him. Of course, such a collaboration depended entirely on his prevailing mood.

Standing before him was a woman whose cunning nature was evident. Her intention was clear – she aimed to manipulate him into her service.

Yet, even if he were to take a step back and frame it as a partnership, he knew all too well that it would be apparent that he was merely a means for her future plans of domination.

He would be foolish to agree to such terms.

And thus, his decision was resolute – he would not acquiesce.

Such was the mindset of the Undead Race.

Having recently awoken, he could sense the renewed vigor coursing through his being, his nearly restored power returning. He was no fool, nor was he inclined to be a pawn in the designs of others.