"We have dried up death energies inside our bodies," he seemed to get my silence wrong, "but in a few days here, I'm sure this number will get at least tripled if not more."
"Cool," I nodded so he wouldn't get the wrong idea again.
"Also… If there are big battles out there, we can let our skeletons fight while we train here," he kept saying, "like this we can increase our strength while training here and by the energy given to us from these skeletons."
"Right now? It's all peaceful but… Soon we will get zombies running havoc around my lands."
"We can deal with these poor creatures," a weird sigh came from him, making me frown.
This was the first time ever to see someone showing such empathy towards those fierce and bloody violent zombies.
Was he getting the wrong meaning here or what?
"Lord, zombies were originally a race like us," and just when I was lost in my doubts, he dropped such a bomb to me, "in fact they are similar, a cursed race."
"No way!!!"
