The Drowned King completed his slow circle around the mobile fortress until he stopped directly in front of Quinlan.
"So this is what you wanted to show us? You can twist your junk of an armor, and a strange leaf child clings to you…"
He looked around, as if checking if anyone cared. None of his subordinates did. "So what? Is this supposed to change how we see you? You harbor grandiose ideas. Let me remind you how the world works: no one cares."
A muted hush settled over the clearing.
Scar took a single step forward, leaving the pile of bones behind and planting herself between Quinlan and the towering undead king. The elite soul at her right mirrored her. Then another. In moments, the one hundred stood in a layered circle around the large carriage fortress upon which their master sat, protecting it from all sides.
