At the edge of the Dark Forest, Torin, who was quietly meditating and recuperating, raised his head and looked towards the depths. He saw the spatial ripples in front of him flicker, and Xiao Mu and Drake walked out of it.
"Torin, come into the city with us."
Xiao Mu said. Torin was stunned.
"Has the Queen returned?"
"No, you have gained our trust. This is the result of our unanimous decision. The current Undead Empire is managed by the Death Angel Lord on her behalf."
Drake explained. In their opinion, it couldn't be helped that they had left him hanging here for a month. After all, they had to consider everyone's safety.
However, to Torin, it was insignificant. He had spent centuries in deep recuperation, so a mere month was nothing to him.
During this month, he had already learned from the Death Spirit that there were several talented humans in the Undead Empire. This was the first time he had seen them.