Adonis stood before the Undead Master, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of the Chaos Sword.
He looked at the skeletal king, whose golden flames flickered with an unsteady rhythm.
"Answer me, bag of bones," Adonis demanded coldly. "Why did you send those skin-walkers to my kingdom? What was the real agenda behind the imitation of the Beast King?"
"Hehehe!"
The Undead Master threw his head back and cackled,
"You are a simple creature, Dragon King. Your life force is a sun in a world of dim candles. I wanted to feast! I wanted to steal that immense essence and make it my own. Is that not enough of a reason for a god of death?"
Adonis shook his eyes. "You're lying. A lich as old as you doesn't risk a direct confrontation with a Dragon King just for a snack. There is something else in this city you're protecting. Or something you're trying to summon."
"Think what you wish! It won't matter once you are part of my collection!"
