Yan Xing's manner of entry was profoundly intimidating to the Undead.
Eternal Domain could even come and go freely from Frailty of Touch's own tomb chamber grand hall—was there anywhere in the world they couldn't access? Was this the strength of Thunderous Swamp? So formidable it was hard to even entertain the thought of opposing it. It's laughable that we were still here discussing whether or not to receive them, when they had already arrived before us. All our elaborate protections were mere decorations.
Frailty of Touch rose, and all the Undead Lords stood with him. They had to show the visiting Lord of Eternal Domain the respect he had earned.
As a Dread Knight, Frailty of Touch was clad in pitch-black full armor, two red lights glowing from the eye slits of his helm.
He stepped down from his high seat, his metal boots thudding heavily on the stairs.
This was the only sound in the grand hall at that moment.
