On the edge of the cliff, the Undead Lord Maldonis gazed at the sky, his eye sockets flickering with icy flames, as if piercing through layers of dark clouds to see something higher.
Behind him came a rumbling sound. A towering figure, three stories tall, clad in heavy bone armor and wielding a massive axe, approached from behind. It knelt down on one knee, its mouth clacking.
A raspy voice spoke up.
"Maldonis, my lord, the joint fleet is about to reach the coastline."
Maldonis didn't reply, nor did he even flinch in his skyward gaze, as if he hadn't heard at all.
The skeletal figure remained motionless after kneeling, blue flames flickering in its eye sockets. Though expressionless, one could sense its awe and fervor for the diminutive entity before them, barely larger than a heel bone, yet commanding their loyalty—a being not divine but surpassing gods.
