Freshly bathed and wearing a comfortable robe, Argon relaxes in a private room with Isadora, his trusted subordinate. The ambiance of the room is serene, with soft light filtering through the windows and a gentle breeze whispering through the curtains. Argon, seated in an ornate chair, listens intently as Isadora briefs him on the recent happenings within the tower during his intensive three-month period of cultivation.
"My Lord, while you were deep in cultivation, an interesting person appeared in the tower," Isadora begins, her tone a mixture of intrigue and caution. "This person has the ability to control undeads and can even turn those he kills into his mindless undead."
Argon's expression shifts subtly, he leans back, steepling his fingers as he ponders the implications. "Is that so?" he muses, his voice deep and contemplative.
