Chapter 408 – Nocthar Mort of Death
He certainly should have expected this situation. The moment he stepped into that strange place where death became as widespread and as ubiquitous as weeds, the scent of divinity he had come to get used to had been so high it was sickening.
Still, it was not only that.
There had been multiple corpses — corpses of goblins, hobgoblins, trolls, and even elves and some dragonkin.
All of these corpses had one thing in common despite their variety: they were all black-skinned. And that distinction might seem small at first glance, but it was anything but that.
Kaden remembered his first time outside of the stronghold. The time when he entered a dungeon alone and found himself in a battle against black-skinned monsters.
That same dungeon where he had found…
"…Nocthar." Kaden spat with obvious distaste, crimson eyes narrowing with both coldness and slight nervousness.
"The one and only." Nocthar said.
