'Much better…'
Holding the crystal close, Lucius absorbed its energy, feeling the surge of vitality restore his strength in an instant. He could feel everything becoming a lot clearer as power pulsated within his body and Soul.
His smile grew even broader when he thought about how these Crystals could become something of a lifeline for him—a reservoir of energy that he could tap into at will.
They could sustain him in battle, fuel his abilities, and even stave off the fatigue that came from commanding an army of this magnitude.
"It seems I'll need to carry a few of these at all times," He muttered to himself, feeling the Soul Crystal crumble into dust.
"They'll serve as my own personal recovery potions."
With his strength restored, Lucius turned his thoughts to the next phase of his plan: equipping his army.
The Elite Undead, while powerful, were still unarmed.
