"I heard that your name was Loimos, not bad, I believe it is a word straight out of the two tongues the system enjoys so very much, yet, you seem to hold your strength yourself, I can sense great natural talent from you, and you are an undead as well, truly, you have everything to succeed in every area" Lady Syklon spoke, taking off the excess clothing, revealing a suit not so dissimilar than that the undead himself was wearing, or rather, had been wearing, it looked nothing like it used to at this point.
"So why are you so weak?" she unsheathed her blade, one of the two blades she was in possession of, Ohrn stepped back and watched in awe.
