All of them nodded solemnly at that, and one of them asked, "How can Lord Elias be this powerful?"
The others said nothing, but their expressions showed the same feeling—fear, awe, and disbelief.
They had already acknowledged Elias's strength before. After all, he had defeated both Kael and Veran, two figures whose power was far above anyone among them. But back then, it had only been a surface-level recognition, not a deep understanding. Now, watching him return with a small horde of undead beasts silently following behind him, that acknowledgment turned into a quiet, creeping fear.
And slowly, that fear changed into reverence.
He was their Lord. A man with that kind of strength… it meant safety. It meant security.
