Loimos left this miasma generator to do its own thing as he began to go on the move, being the unappetising al that he was, rare were the cave dwellers willing to engage him in any sort of manners, only the hairless monkeys seed intent on flexing their mind powers on anyone within reach.
So insects seed willing to try and lay their eggs on the bits of rots protruding on his bones, none of them ever managed to do so, getting sucked into the rot and disappearing forever.
So scavengers and eaters of the dead briefly turned to him, but even to them, he would be a severe stomach ache.
The lone undead retained a perfect mory of the words carved by the hollow suits of armour, the confusing nature of the underground did little to trouble him as he absolutely did not follow the instructions, preferring to approach from a completely different angle.
There was no discarding that it was all a weird, but well thought-out trap, it could also be leading to a marvellous place, nothing pointed in either direction very strongly.
Squeezing his bones and growing rot all around him, he shoved himself in a tight tunnel, his suit of decay and oily blood serving as so sort of slug for him to force passage.
Poking his head the other way, he spun his skull around multiple tis as he analysed the area, there was a tallic structure, grand walls embedded deep into the stone, it seed very much like the structure had forcefully manifested and pushed everything away to make space.
The tal was pristine as well, not a single dent or blemish to be spotted anywhere, not only that, but it was quite fancy too, it was chro, and would probably shine dazzlingly if exposed to light.
Living armours just like the one from before were patrolling around, so seemingly moving completely randomly whilst others repeated the sa path over and over again without stopping.
All of them showed so sign of damage, missing a limb or two, so missing even their heads, though since there was nobody under there, it didn’t seem to impair them in the least.
Most of them were quite dusty and filthy, but from what Loimos could see, they were made from the sa chromatic tal as the walls.
Loimos flinged a bit of rot at one of them, it showed no reaction whatsoever, he attempted the sa thing with more volu and on different ones, the sa thing everyti, these hollow knights definitely did not care about him, or his actions.
Despite this, whenever anything bigger than a rat got a little bit too close, or watched in their direction for a second too long, they would squash whatever that thing was, leaving it for a swift scavenger to swoop in and claim the prize before ending up in the sa way.
Loimos went back up into his rot slug, and moved to another spot to observe the area so more, once he arrived there, however, he just stepped out amidst the living armours, there were death forces signature inside the chro walls.
The silent guardians showed no reaction to his presence, allowing him to walk along the tall walls without obstruction, they reached quite high, seemingly higher than the cavern ceiling did, there was little way to tell just how enormous the inside truly was.
Now, he just needed to find a way inside.
Or not, an entrance just appeared out of nowhere, despite Loimos not doing anything in particular at all, he didn’t step in imdiately and instead took a look from the outside, the living armours weren’t doing anything different, and nothing ca rushing out to turn him into fine dust.
"Co on now, just walk in" a voice sounding like two soone beating a block of iron to death with a digging bar, tone was mostly absent, it was easy to tell that it was no living speaking with pitiful vocal cords.
Loimos was in presence of another undead, so he stepped inside and found himself in an unnecessarily wide and tall room, completely barren of anything except for a throne in the very center, the building material was the sa tal as before and nothing else, there were no signs of anything being welded together, so it had to be assud that everything had been built as is.
"Welco, welco! To my dungeon, my tomb, my prison and whatever else, what is your na?" sitting on the throne was a tall undead, well over two ters tall, two ters and thirty centiters tall to be exact.
It was a skeleton dressed in a robe reaching down to his ankles, and just like all else, both his bones and robes were made of the chromatic tal, Loimos really stuck out like a sore thumb.
Especially since he was so bleak and decrepit looking, with black blood leaking out from ti to ti.
Loimos couldn’t respond however, so he just clacked his jaw.
"Now what does that an?"
"Ahahah! Oh my, do you have neither the pale or death tongue?" the undead stood up from his seat and waltzed over to Loimos.
"One with such perfect death force? How-" he placed his hand on Loimos’s skull, seemingly getting the answer to his second question himself.
"Not even a year? Brilliant! You are a great lad, though you are missing quite a bit" the tallic skeleton stepped back and put his hands behind his back. Stay tuned with freewebnovel
"Aherm" he said aloud, clearly having a knack for theatrics.
"I am Faraday, a god-slaying battle mage from the tis of yore, as well as our king’s right hand, would you mind helping break out of this jail, in exchange of my superb and wise teachings?" his eyes shined with grey fla, once again chromatic.
He had spread out his arms and got into a grand pose, and was currently maintaining it, awaiting a response from Loimos.
The undead stood still for a few monts, going through every gesture he knew to find the most appropriate one.
He gave a thumbs up, with all of the personality, character and charm he possessed, none.
"Damn kid, your even less expressive than the minions I summon, they are nothing but mindless drones, I am simply flabbergasted-"
"But enough of useless banter! Let us begin, you’ll be my protege, and I’ll be your wise master"
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