The abyssal energy in the air surged, moving into the puppets. When it touches them, they release a screeching moan that reacts with the abyssal energy to create a violent shockwave.
'Has some potential. But not enough to face my majestic self,' Kent thought with a grin.
Khar'ul didn't share in his sentiment. With a gesture from his bony hands, thousands of corpse puppets behind him surged forward, red eyes blazing, some sprinting on all fours, others floating, some leaping through the air with sharpened bone claws.
Kent smirked faintly.
'What a comic display of weakness.' He didn't want to admit it, but the sight was laughable.
However, inasmuch as he would like to hold his stomach and laugh his brains out, he decided to be the bigger person and let the moment pass.
He came seeking the one who placed the curse on Aala's mother, but from what he had seen so far, none of the three Monarchs had what it took.
But that also isnt enough to let them off without some beating.
