"Try saying something" Faraday stepped back, tapping his metallic fingertips against each other, he wouldn't have expected such early success in any other case, but he firmly believed that something so mundane shouldn't pose a problem for Loimos and his seemingly perfect death force.
For a few moments, only small metal clinks could be heard throughout the oversized throne room.
Until words spoken in an unknown language rippled over them, Faraday was pleased with the results, Loimos had learnt the death tongue already, which was more than enough to properly communicate.
What took him aback however, was his voice, it was only natural for an undead to carry no tone or emotions in their voices, but never had he expected himself to be dumbfounded by such an utter lack of everything.
'That even got me to pause for a moment, this will get the living thinking back on the choices that led them to this' in any case, it was now time to get down to business.
