Chapter 107 : Necromancy
The Undead General that Axton had just acquired stood before him, and even at first glance, it was nothing short of majestic and terrifying. Its bones were dense and layered, like ancient ivory hardened by the passing years.
Every joint gleamed faintly beneath the heavy armor that wrapped around its body — armor unlike any Axton had ever seen. Strange designs revealed themselves across the plates, breathing out a faint dark mist that made the air feel heavy, almost alive with dread.
The moment it appeared, the Undead General went down on one knee. Its skull tilted slightly downward, the hollow sockets glowing with blue fire that flickered in rhythm with the beating of Axton's own heart.
"My lord," the creature spoke in a deep, resonant tone that rolled through the chamber like thunder echoing through a graveyard.
That single word carried everything Axton needed to know — submission, loyalty, and complete recognition of him as its master.
He smirked.
