"If those were Commanders, then that one was a General, right? I don't really understand what happened though..." Mark muttered before taking a bite out of the Undead Lich's ribcage. Or at least, what used to be its ribcage.
The white-scaled Monster was sitting cross-legged. Between its hands, the Undead Lich's body.
On Mark's leg, the Undead Lich's detached Skull, oriented so as to look at him.
"The General of the Demon King's Army didn't attack me because I am a Potential Demon King Candidate. It's something like that, right? You really fucked up, huh? Getting rid of those Commanders to bring out a General."
The white-scaled Monster talked and talked.
The Undead Lich's head, on the other hand, remained silent.
'A Soul from another World, Reborn... Shards of the Deadly Sins...'
Dazed, it didn't say a word.
