Ragon stared at Napoleon, his brows furrowing as he processed what the old necromancer had said. The words "Skeletal Army" stuck in his mind, intriguing him beyond measure.
"Skeletal Army?" Ragon repeated aloud, his tone sharp with curiosity. The very idea caught his attention—especially because he needed a stronger force to defend Elenadrom. The thought of commanding such an army felt so unrealistic.
Napoleon nodded, as he gave off an evil smile
"Yes, the Skeletal Army was my greatest creation when I was mortal, long before I ascended to godhood. It was a force of over a million undead soldiers, bound to my will and enhanced by my strength. They were unstoppable, their power growing as I grew. Back then, I was known as the 'Conqueror of Cities,' and for good reason."
Ragon's interest deepened, but Napoleon raised a hand to caution him.
