Saiborn lifted his head and gazed into the sky with his eyes burning in spiritual flames. Even though the dense dark clouds had concealed his vision, he could clearly sense the pitch-black, pure, powerful force pushing forward. Although it wasn't fast, it devoured everything steadily as if a dark abyss.
Everything's going smoothly.
Saiborn unrolled a smile. Perhaps the pathetic mortals didn't expect us to attack at this juncture. They are timid, foolish, and only fit to live as slaves. The Light Parliament's false bravado means nothing to Undead Creatures who have lived for one to two centuries. The Undead Creatures deemed the Light Parliament as unqualified to interact with them and they were only a group of immature, egotistical rascals.
But now…
