"King Graha is dead."
The sentence echoed through the dark room. A single table was occupied by twenty-one individuals with ten of them sitting with their face towards each other. At the head of the table, the single figure remained silent towards the news being delivered.
"To kill two sentients in just mere one year. This is a bit concerning."
"Agreed. This new turned is already capable of such feats. This spoke volumes of his strength and power. I suggest we kill this one already before he becomes a threat."
"Now, now. Please don't be a bit too drastic here. This one could be a favorable ally in the future. The rate he's going right now would make him a powerhouse. If we can make him become one of us, our strength would further increase."
"As expected of someone like you. You always see oppurtunity in every situation."
"Well you know me, besides you can't refute what I just said. Everything that comes out of my mouth has merit, you know?"
"Shut your mouth, man. Your ego is showing up again."
"We are getting off topic here. I agree on killing this boy immediately. Better to kill this one early considering that white face may have trained him. The early report of her confrontation of this new king is a bit suspicious. She may be working with him. It is a high possibility. If they do end up helping together, the threat they pose is a cause for concern. Not to mention that all of us here knows how much she despised this nest."
"No. His strength is wasted if we kill him right now. Why don't we give him a chance?"
The murmurs continued on as every single one of them started debating on the future of the object of their conversation. Meanwhile, their leader is silently contemplating regarding the news they just received. Graha is weak, no questions asked. A bit stronger than Labak sure but in terms of power compared to his generals, Graha is nothing more than an ant. However, it doesn't leave a shadow of a doubt that he is still a sentient. A weakest sentient is able to take down a small country as their strengths far exceed to those hannis. To think that a newly turned is able to kill two of them in just a short amount of time is quite impressive. Juha must have trained this one to the bone for him to advance this far.
"What is his name?" His question silenced the murmuring crowd. All of them ceased their debate in favor of focusing their attention to their leader.
"Jerome, my lord. King Jerome." The one general that reported earlier replied.
"This...King Jerome, what can you tell me about him?"
"He is quite a peculiar king, my lord. As it stands, his army are mostly composed of robotic machinery. He has a living drakier at his side and most importantly, the notorious white face."
"That whore! I knew that woman would bring trouble for us! Please, my lord. Allow me to hunt her down and end her for good," a certain general pleaded in anger. Her voice sounds that of a woman and she has a mask covering half of her face. Only showing her eyes to any spectator.
"Oh great, one of those noble-causes acts again. We all both know that you have always felt envious towards her when she was still the right hand of our lord. It's plain and simple that you only just want to kill her," Another general says. It has a male voice and was built in a hulking figure. His face has numerous scars and his undead eyes looks at the other general mockingly.
"I do not! All I have ever done is to make our lord proud and nothing can ever change that. Plus, big talk coming from a guy that just barely had the privilege of being included in this sacred table. You are a defect! A fraud! You do not belong here, Horan so you better shut your scarred mouth before I add something to it."
A monstrous pressure suddenly came out of Horan as he glared daggers towards her. Said woman raised her own pressure as well. Their combined pressure shook the room and small earthquake started occurring. The undead from outside started panicking as the surrounding felt like it was stepped down by the hands of death. All other generals only watched their display in silence and in mild amusement.
"Enough. Serbara, Horan, cease this pitiful act at once."
The now identified Serbara and Horan both stopped their pressure. Both of them glared at each other one last time before apologizing to their lord. The room turned silent once more.
"Ahem, if I may, what shall you do now, my lord," another general said on the left side of the table. He wears the same uniform as the others, he has a long black hair and a hat that covered his eyes.
"This sentient sure is promising, however his power is still too low for us to consider him a threat. But then again, Juha is with him. Under her tutelage, he could be someone that's soon to be feared. And someone like like that are needed to be looked up."
All the generals understood the hidden meaning in his sentence. This King Jerome needs to be monitored.
"Serbara, Horan, Garka. All of you three will be tasked of finding King Jerome and recruit him. His talent can be useful to this nest. His potential may be considered a threat to many but what they fail to realise is that if someone like him is on our side, he could be a great servant to this nest. Bring him to me. Try to persuade him in any way you can. Juha is there with him so expect yourselves to be rejected or for worse, a fight. However, no matter how strong she is, I know all of you can beat her now. I trained you all to further improve yourselves. Do not dissapoint me.
Back to the matter at hand, make him join our cause no matter what. I don't care how you'll do it, just get it done. If he still refuses...kill him."
The three mentioned generals stood up and brought their right fist at their right chest.
"Your will shall be done," Serbara says with both conviction and elation.
"Good."
...
It's been a week since my battle with another sentient. To be honest, I'm a bit dissapointed at him. I was expecting a good fight from a fellow sentient however he was nothing but a weakling. He brought an army to my nest with a purpose of destroying all that I have worked for and kill Juha. Looking at their interaction, there seems to be a history between the two. Well whatever. He's already dead so there's no reason to pry about it anymore.
I'm now back at my laboratory trying to decipher the new parts for my armor. My armor is almost finished. Just a little bit of tampering here and all will be done soon. Whity's armor is already finished. I spent a couple of days trying to build his armor to perfection. It's tiring to both body and mind but at least all I have to worry about now is to finish mine.
A week ago, Juha continued my training after the battle. The training got further intense so I was forced to adapt or get a daily beatdown. I let out a sigh at my reminiscence. Nothing change that much. All we do is train and work every day. Man, I hope something interesting would happen sometime soon.
A loud explosion suddenly occurred outside the building. I stopped working and quickly hurried to find out where the explosion come from. I checked on my CCTV footage and saw one of my facilities burning on the inside. A few of the drones are already there trying to stop the fire from spreading. A few moments later, another explosion occurred. I checked the other camera and what I saw made me worry instantly. On the screen showed Juha being held in a chokehold by an unknown individual wearing a green uniform. The figure seems to be a female and had a noticeable mask that covered the lower part of her face.
Seeing Juha's immediate danger, I made my way towards my armory to prepare myself to combat this threat. Just as I was about to take a step, I was suddenly flunked to the wall with such force that it sent me to the other side of the room. My body hit multiple furnitures. Broken pieces of wood flew off and concrete floors are rooted upwards. My body dug the ground from the crash like a shovel. My hand rose up and clutch the nearest thing I could hold which is the broken floor I crashed through. With great strength, I rose up and look towards the person who stands before me.
"King Jerome, I'm here to recruit you."