None of them wanted to know what Walker was thinking. They all expected that he was playing with fate by saying this. That he had mocked existence itself by expecting that the immortal king was heading for such a dastardly place.
If the immortal king did manage to get to an undead plane, then what could happen? Would he have some form of undead spirits that he could control? Would there be some elemental plane undead that managed to survive there? Or worse, would the immortal king gain more power than before.
As if to mock them, Walker looked at the rest of the group, including the light devouring dragon and dragonoids. He wasn't saying any of this as if it was a what if. Instead, he was saying it like it had already happened.
"No."
"Wait, you don't mean…"
