Deathfire stepped forward unhurriedly, the flame of the dead around him growing ever denser.
He slowly shed his black robe, revealing a body composed almost entirely of bones.
An ordinary living being would have long since died in such a state, yet in the Kingdom of the Dead, he remained alive. They possessed a special form of life, their existence sustained chiefly by their souls.
Within his skeletal eye sockets, undead fire spread, swiftly blazing across his entire body.
"Our very existence is a manifestation of will. Only those who possessed powerful resentment and obsessions in life can be reborn as the dead."
"Our path of advancement also differs from that of ordinary living beings. We constantly strengthen our will and obsessions, thereby making ourselves more powerful."
"Of course, absorbing souls from battlefields also works."
At this, the others wore strange expressions. Although they knew something about the Kingdom of the Dead, its inhabitants had always been deeply unsettling, and they dared not have too much contact with them.
Moreover, ordinary living beings who came into contact with them would have their life force siphoned away. That was unacceptable to anyone.
"There is no better way to strengthen will and obsession than to use other undead to torment their souls. Souls are strange things-the more they are tormented, the stronger they become."
"I can send undead to help. I'm just afraid those fellows won't be able to endure it."
The other four immediately looked awkward. Never mind whether the people involved would agree-even they found the mere thought chilling.
Although the method did sound workable, something about it still felt wrong.
They exchanged glances, all finding the Kingdom of Kings rather unreliable and Deathfire a little outrageous. After some consideration, they decided against it.
Deathfire was annoyed as well. He