Lucius stood at the center of the devastation.
Around him, his Heretic Vassals knelt, their heads bowed in reverence. Beyond them, his undying army stood in perfect silence, an endless sea of risen dead awaiting their master's will.
The Heretic Vassals—Lili, Grimm, Luca, Legion, and Hildegard—were visibly awed, their loyalty cemented by the display of power they had just witnessed. They had seen their Lord rise to heights unimaginable, defeating Mephisto and claiming absolute supremacy.
Lucius raised his scythe, and the silent army stirred, their undead forms standing straighter as they awaited his words.
The Heretic Vassals bowed lower, their devotion palpable.
