"Ah~ This new body is so strong~ I am very satisfied."
The Sin Soldier Zombie raised its arm, bending the limb and flexing its muscles.
The sense of intoxication was clear on its grey, dead face.
"Such hefty muscles, such perfect outlines. I feel full of power, like I'll never tire... This damn feeling is fascinating... If I knew necromancy was so powerful, I would have joined the Death Herald Guild, instead of becoming a bandit."
Watching the Sin Soldier Zombie obsessing over muscular strength, Noland Lee tightened his lips, his grip on the Rune Staff in his hands slightly harder.
The Zombie didn't seem to consider him a threat, completely lost in admiring its new body.
Noland saw enormous self-confidence in these actions.
He found himself pondering intensely on how to fight this battle, unable to launch a preemptive strike in a conflict where the opponent clearly his surpass in strength.
