"Has there been something supernatural watching lately?" The Corpse King sat on the throne, noticing some oddities.
"Is it the gray mist and the Deceit Zone planning to target me?"
This thought emerged in the Corpse King's mind.
Although neither the gray mist nor the Deceit Zone was something he could take lightly, he had to remain vigilant. If they truly desired the bits and pieces in his possession, the Corpse King might just have to... give them up.
Unable to fight back, as long as he could keep his life, backing down wasn't a loss of face.
The real issue would be if his life became their target instead of the trifles in his hands; that would be a grave problem.
"It shouldn't be. If they planned to act, just watching wouldn't make sense."
"Perhaps it's a specter that emerged from the Deceit Zone? That's peculiar, weren't they supposed to be unable to come out?"
