The movement of Hax's army was difficult to miss. The undead weren't fully brain dead, because the stronger they were, the smarter they became. Even the dead had a hierarchy, and at the top of this hierarchy, sat highly-intelligent being that could fight against humanity's wicked trickery.
Torment sat upon his black throne of skulls. He trembled in rage when he heard that human dared to attack his territory. He was the one who sent the one million undead to the Boiling Volcano just to poke at them, but he would never have imagine for the enemy to retaliate.
"Where did those cowards found their balls?" He said with a hoarse cricketing voice. Torment was a large undead with the height of five meter. His body was lean but he wasn't weak. In fact, he was one of the most powerful among the undead lords. His whole body was black, covered with disgusting, thin carapaces that acted as his armor.
