"Tsk" I clicked my tongue, the mole that stood under me prostrating as he dug out a small hole out of anxiety.
"An undead, hunting my moles" I muttered out loud, remembering the moles that had worked so hard to create this underground kingdom, of the innovations and challenges that came from living underground.
[your-] I swiped the notification away, annoyed. This little notification had been popping up like every now and then over the last few days. That damned undead was hunting me like crazy like we were just meat bags ripe for the taking.
"Hah" I sighed out loud, looking over the hundreds of subjects that had gathered around me.
"Stay here, I'll take care of it" I say to the room, an uproarious amount of chattering popping up.
"But-"
