"Falshadd, can you sense this world's summons?" Rogue asked.
The Netherworld, the Vast Bone Continent.
Rogue stood atop a gigantic, grotesque skull and questioned the Bone King beside him.
Before them, tens of millions of undead lay prostrate.
Not long ago, these undead had submitted in the same manner to a Legendary undead.
But now, that Legendary undead had already been slain by Falshadd, leaving behind only its head—the very skull beneath Rogue and Falshadd's feet.
"What is that?"
Falshadd's voice, produced by rubbing bones together, was especially unpleasant.
The undead had their own unique way of communicating.
But to please his master and build a good relationship with his "comrades" in the Netherworld Legion,
Falshadd had learned this manner of speaking, as though it made him more like those direct subordinates of the great Universal Emperor.
"That is..."
Rogue pondered for a moment before saying with some emotion,
"The origin and destination of us undead are the wails and pleas that fill this land of death."
Falshadd couldn't understand the meaning behind Rogue's words.
It had wanted to say that its origin and destination were the great Universal Emperor.
But the bones it rubbed together failed to produce such words, instead emitting only a series of inexplicable rattles.
After trying for a while, Falshadd gave up on communicating with Rogue.
Just then, a powerful aura appeared in the distance. The undead below, who had submitted under Falshadd's pressure, immediately began to panic.
Falshadd opened its mouth and released a silent roar. It suddenly leaped, crushing the skull beneath its feet into fragments, then slammed toward the source of the aura like a cannonball.
BOOM—
Amid the earth-shaking crash, the Bone King, Falshadd, collided with a Legendary abomination.
The collision of terrifying forces made the entire land tremble, covering it