The laughter stopped, and then the Immortal Nimrod's cold voice emerged from the sphere, "O insignificant remnant of the past, you have neither the qualification nor the rank to address me as such! I'm the Monarch of Void!
"If you don't want to meet with your true end, then I strongly recommend that you turn around and stay far away from Destin Saint. Being his lap dog will bring nothing but misery and irrelevant death!"
Undead Skyfall's eyes flickered with fury as if even Destin Saint had taken him for granted.
He retorted coldly, "It seems you know about my past? But just to clarify, I'm not anyone's lap dog, and death is nothing but a concept for me. Oh, and for a Monarch of Void, you're pretty weak since you were about to be caught up by a remnant of the past who doesn't even have a percent of his true power yet!"
Immortal Nimrod's eye glowed menacingly, but then Nimrod laughed again.
