How could a noble natural demigod be reduced to such a state? Noah couldn't believe that this was Parvati's own choice.
"Great Uncle!"
When Noah contacted his great-nephew Wayne, he found that after five years apart, his nephew's aura had become more somber yet also more dignified and powerful.
He wore a menacing and heavy black armor, seated on a black crystal skeletal throne, already exuding an aura of an Undead Monarch.
"Oh, impressive presence. Looks like you've been doing well these years!"
Seeing his great-nephew's appearance, Noah's eyes lit up.
"It's all thanks to your support, Great Uncle!"
Wayne, elegant and composed despite his gloomy aura, responded with a faint smile.
"I haven't given you much support these past years. It's all your own effort. Tell me, what have you been doing all these years, and do you know about the disturbances on the Elves' side? What's up with your sister?"
"I haven't done anything major these past years..."
