Michael controlled close to two thousand Rank Four undead. He also possessed another two thousand Rank Three undead that could still be used for reconnaissance, support, and sacrifice.
That was no longer the strength of a talented individual. It was an army. A force powerful enough to conquer many realms within the universe.
Some realms might not possess a thousand Rank Four existences even after exhausting every foundation they had accumulated over centuries. Michael alone possessed nearly twice that number.
With such strength, there was no reason for him to remain timid, no reason to pretend he was weaker than he truly was, and no reason to continue relying solely on others for protection.
He now possessed enough power to protect himself. More importantly, he possessed enough power to protect his family. That was what mattered most.
