[Master?...]
At Oval's unnaturally meek voice that had uttered such a shocking word, the High-tiered undead around him all simultaneously raised their heads to match his gaze. The undead do not know fear and were completely immune to negative status effects or mental influence.
Yet—
Every single one of them without exception had taken a step back in hesitation. Their aggressive pursuit from earlier had come to a complete halt as they marveled at the figure who was clearly the personification of death itself.
There was no need for any explanation as they had all sensed it the moment they laid eyes on the black skeleton. Their very existence was being suppressed by this being's gaze alone and they could even feel their mental state being affected.
Without the shadow of a doubt, this figure was a divine being of the undead race, an ArchLich.
