Bab 131: Colourful

The inside of the ancient construction was rather modest, it was a place only for undeads to dwell in after all, there was no need for anything flowery or superficial, only the bare minimum, space and equipment, the inside was clouded with an old miasma, not quite as aggressive as Loimos's own, but it was sufficient, inside, many undeads similar to the mage he had picked up could be found.

Other mana practitioners and some warriors wearing old armour, they couldn't say much, but they were capable of speaking some words in the death tongue, it was good to know that old forces of the army were still operational to this day.

Much like One, the ones that weren't mindless seemed to simply know that their king would eventually reclaim his throne, waiting in the ancient fortresses for his return to attack the nearby cities, however, Loimos wasn't too keen on them throwing themselves against a well-established civilisation the second King Nitokwas broken from his seal.