บท 480: An Army Against One Man

The flower…had bloomed, an army of undead sailed the sea with Aran riding at the head of the astral ships. His command of them inalienable, their bones creaked when he deemed it so and the ships steered to his line of sight. Absorbing the necroflower as he'd done the souls of his enemies, Aran had turned himself into a monster capable of striking down lesser gods with a single slice of his great sword.

A menace already before absorbing the flower, he was well known for ill-mercy. And now that his warriors had been struck down, he stood at the head of the ship and stared into the souls of the warriors at Lanetherm's bay. Counting them like sheep, he was getting himself ready to strike them down and consume their souls, their memories, their powers–everything for the blasphemy they'd committed by standing against him.