"What a surprise…"
The Necromancer's pitch-black eyes glittered with flashes of maroon radiances as he turned away from the crystal ball. He was clad in a dark robe while terrifying scars exposed on his bony face glaringly. However, the grin on his face was his most frightening feature. It wasn't a kind, delightful smile. Instead, it was a Necromancer's signature smile of death.
"Someone actually activated the defense system of this city ruins. I would have gone over to greet them myself if I weren't too busy now… Ah, what a pity. I have an important guest with me now…" The Necromancer giggled and shifted his attention to the pure, white Angel who was bound at the side and staring at him stubbornly: that was an unexpected gain he had gotten.
"Argh…!" The Battle Angel shuddered as the Necromancer stared sinisterly.
