In a dark room, a man who had a face full of scars opened his eyes, the muscles on his face were twisted but solid. Looking at the dark sky outside, he stared for a long time before saying impassionately, "It's finally over."
"Dead?" Sitting in front of him was a man in black robes. His voice was magnetic, filled with curiosity.
"That's right. I placed a necromantic eye nearby, and saw the whole fight. This result is pretty good; my theory is more or less a success. I just need to improve some things."
"To be honest, your so-called first experiment isn't satisfactory. Your intent isn't the same as ours. If it's just an undead of this level, I don't think it's worth anything."
"Ah, relax. I said it was only the FIRST experiment!" the scarred man said.
"Don't forget, this is very close to the colonist territories. We won't accompany you if you're planning on playing with fire! We still don't have the ability to fight them!" the black-robed man said.
