"Yeah, it is." the Dullahan said, a heartbroken smile on his face. "It's nice to finally hear your voice."
Leo watched the poignant moment, How touching. Too bad my lord won't waste a valuable asset like you. But I swear, you will like working with us.
Then, before Libera's soul could fade, Karl's voice cut through the air. "Why not go for another run?"
He stepped forward, raising his hand. A vortex of dark mana swirled, and the throne, radiating an aura of cold, tyrannical power, fell down from the vortex, cracking the ground a few steps away. Karl settled onto it like an undead king on his stolen seat of power.
The Dullahan's head snapped up. "My lord, what is the meaning of this?"
