While Ashton was planning to invade the city alone, a black figure awaited his return. Ashton's little battle with the undead had not gone unnoticed.
"How many days has it been since I last saw you," The figure snarled, revealing his rotten teeth, "Do not disappoint me, Ashton Fenrir."
However, the man wasn't alone. Surrounding him were the deadliest mutated beings that had been turned into undead footsoldiers to do the man's bidding.
If all of them stayed together, even if Ashton managed to reach them, he would only meet his end. But where was the fun in that?
Being the only sentient being in the city was quite bland. So much so that the man was planning on invading kingdoms under vampire rule just for the sake of it. Fortunately enough, a source of entertainment had come knocking on his door.
Killing Ashton wasn't a difficult task. However, the man, also known as King, wasn't going to cut his entertainment short.
