"I'm more than ready," Ethan said, still wearing Boneclaw's face—but there was a sharp glint in his eyes, something cold and lethal. He'd been waiting for this moment far too long.
Gorthas narrowed his eyes slightly. Something felt... off.
That tone—too serious, too focused. Not like Boneclaw at all.
This was supposed to be a friendly spar with Gravemount. Why the hell was he acting like it was life or death?
Gravemount, on the other hand, just grinned wider. His muscles bulged beneath his rotting flesh, his massive frame like a walking mountain. He was every bit the monster his name promised.
The air around him thickened with killing intent. The pressure of a Voidborn Undying radiated from him like a stormfront.
The other Zombie Kings tensed instinctively.
"Damn, Gravemount's still a beast."
"No wonder he's been with the boss since day one—dude's a war machine."
"Been a while since he's thrown down, huh?"
"Yeah, this is gonna be good..."
