In a vast underground space.
Each candlestick lined along the walls flickered with an eerie blue flame. This place had transformed into a grand underground throne room, creating a bizarre scene.
A large man dressed in a neat robe sat on a throne adorned with skulls.
It was Calgart the Necromancer. The demon who led the Undead Legion and was once called the King of the Dead.
Resurrected with a skeletal body, Calgart gradually regained his strength and gained flesh over his form, transforming into a muscular man with copper skin.
The long, curved horns protruding from either side of his head and his entirely black eyes proved that he was definitely not human.
Surrounding him, the Undead Legion, imbued with dark mana, stood in formation. As a white-haired man suddenly entered the underground throne room, they all assumed a defensive stance.
Despite the acrid stench of decay filling the air, the white-haired man continued unperturbed and stopped before the throne.
Calgart glared at the man standing before him with emotionless eyes.
[This is no place for a mortal.]
The white-haired man, with skin so pale it appeared eerie, was an adult male.
He had eyes on his cheeks, giving him a grotesque appearance typical of demons.
He scoffed and locked his mysterious silver eyes on Calgart's pitch-black ones.
[How dare a mere demon judge where one of noble birth should stand.]
Calgart extended a long finger toward the white-haired man.
[Kill him.]
At the command, the Undead Legion directed black magic circles toward the white-haired man.
The air was filled with an array of magic circles that unleashed dark magic.
Kwagagagang!!
The dark magic raged like a flame, storm, and shower, assailing the white-haired man, tearing at him relentlessly, leaving nothing but shreds of his form.
But the white-haired man stood still, smiling, absorbing all the attacks.
Even the massive undead warriors charged at him, swinging fists and weapons the size of human bodies.
When the relentless assault finally ceased, a dark, dusty cloud formed from the remnants of dark mana.
The white-haired man's body, mostly gone, swayed like a reed in the wind.
Saaaaaaa!
Then.
Suddenly, a sacred light, a divine power, swirled like a vortex.
The undead warriors who had approached the white-haired man quickly retreated, instinctively reacting against the light.
Divine Power dispersed the dark dust and instantly restored the white-haired man to his original form.
Kwaak.
[Gwaaaa!]
The white-haired man extended his long arm and grabbed the head of an undead warrior who had swung at him.
Divine Power surged from his hand.
The undead warrior groaned and writhed in agony.
[What a barbaric welcome.]
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