He turned around systematically until he was face-to-face with an authoritative but friendly-looking Nurotaur.
His bearing reminded him clearly.
Damn. He hadn't changed a bit. His face was identical. His body still radiated power and curiosity.
"Haha..." He suddenly laughed. "So you were always so close, but you didn't come to visit me, old man."
The Nurotaur smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't ask too much of me, old ghost. The war isn't over. Even though you fell, our war isn't over."
"Do you plan to continue that foolish war? Don't you ever learn, you old fool?"
"I am steadfast in my conviction, old ghost. We were comrades, leaders of our races or forces. You, the Leader of the Cleric Gods, should understand that I cannot abandon it. We were destined for this, and it will not end until the end."
