The Shadow King continued to inquire, "The Undead... he looks like he's been alive for many years, only recently released by you?"
The conspiracy hidden in the shadows of history was within reach, and the Shadow King felt he was close to touching it, his pupils filled with scarlet blood threads.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
The visitor let out bursts of laughter without answering, continuing the game of chess and talking about other topics.
"Rather than worrying about these matters, you'd better care about yourself. The dead don't get the chance to witness all this."
The visitor inspected the Shadow King's decaying and corrupt body, feeling his gradually fading vitality. By normal logic, the Shadow King in front of him should have died long ago, yet he defied logic, maintaining an appearance of life, but merely clinging to a threadbare existence.
"You're a pretty good pawn; you possess those noble human qualities—focus, resilience, caution, never compromising..."
