"Our purpose is no longer conquest; instead, our new purpose is protection!"
The Corpse Wyvern Lord clenched his bone claws at the sound of those words, as the memory of that terrifying being resurfaced.
It wasn't just him, as every Duke of Death understood, no need for clarification, for they knew why they were called back like that with their legions, the calamity; the monster who had slain their king, and the being who had forced even the Higher Existence to respond was probably coming!
The Corpse Wyvern Lord and the others, for the first time since turning undead, understand fear.
Yet despite that fear, all twenty-one Dukes slowly knelt because they were undead; they belonged to their master; obedience was engraved into their very souls; and if that calamity truly came, they would hold the line until the end, no matter the cost.
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