It was the familiar scene again. Reverence. Excitement. That strange happiness flowing through their soul flames.
Since he was expecting it, Michael wasn't surprised.
Perhaps in the land of the dead, with a title like Death's Heir, he could probably be considered royalty.
Indeed, unique classes were truly in a special category of their own.
Compared to the first patrol, the emotions from these skeletons were clearer and more organised.
The guard captain slowly lowered its skull until its forehead touched the black earth.
Michael looked down at the kneeling guards, noting the weapons in their hands.
Since the Netherworld was a realm not many ventured to or dared to venture to, there wasn't a lot of information about it, so even the knowledge of a beginner like Michael was even more lacking compared to those seniors.
While he expected natives to exist in this world, he didn't expect a civilization-type settlement like this.
