"Your Majesty, it has been a long time since we last absorbed power."
Under Demarco Mount, inside the restroom.
The generals of the Undead Tribe covered in gold powder exuded exhaustion.
A feeling of powerlessness filled their entire being.
The inability to obtain power for a long time made them extremely weak.
Pessimistic emotions began to spread.
"I feel that Sutton should be preparing to rescue us."
The emperor sat cross-legged in the golden soup, letting the drizzle of golden water drip onto his body.
"We've been here for thousands of years, can't we even endure this final stretch of time?"
Amidst the reproaches, the generals of the Undead Tribe remained silent.
After a moment of silence.
