The reglios leader looked at the necromancer for a moment before its lips curled up into an evil grin. "Hahaha! I like you. Fine. I will allow it. But only if you are able to come through on your side of the deal."
"Don't worry. Just give me time. We will go by how many souls you can gain as well to cut the time difference down." Normally a necromancer would use these artificial souls as a means to build up their undead armies, but Fredrick already realized that undead were too weak, and even if they evolved, it would take too much time. Since he had seen the movements of the reglios in how they were attacking all the races and collecting their souls, he figured he would make contact.
