Blood Moon Cult headquarters.
"My Lord, the initiation of devotion has been completed, we have transformed five people this batch." The mechanical voice of the follower brought Mr. Bloodrobe back to his senses.
He made the body he controlled turn its head to look at the follower, and even after these few days, he still hadn't gotten used to perceiving the world through the undead.
Strictly speaking, the undead he manipulated weren't entirely dead, but rather a kind of vampire whose spirit had been thoroughly stripped away through "sacrifice."
Controlling the undead from the Netherworld to perceive the world around was an arduous task, with things appearing as if seen through a layer of black fog and sounds becoming murky and chaotic.
