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Some scavengers and eaters of the dead briefly turned to him, but even to them, he would be a severe stomach ache.

The lone undead retained a perfect memory of the words carved by the hollow suits of armour, the confusing nature of the underground did little to trouble him as he absolutely did not follow the instructions, preferring to approach from a completely different angle.

There was no discarding that it was all a weird, but well thought-out trap, it could also be leading to a marvellous place, nothing pointed in either direction very strongly.

Squeezing his bones and growing rot all around him, he shoved himself in a tight tunnel, his suit of decay and oily blood serving as some sort of slug for him to force passage.

Poking his head the other way, he spun his skull around multiple times as he analysed the area, there was a metallic structure, grand walls embedded deep into the stone, it seemed very much like the structure had forcefully manifested and pushed everything away to make space.

The metal was pristine as well, not a single dent or blemish to be spotted anywhere, not only that, but it was quite fancy too, it was chrome, and would probably shine dazzlingly if exposed to light.

Living armours just like the one from before were patrolling around, some seemingly moving completely randomly whilst others repeated the same path over and over again without stopping.

All of them showed some sign of damage, missing a limb or two, some missing even their heads, though since there was nobody under there, it didn’t seem to impair them in the least.

Most of them were quite dusty and filthy, but from what Loimos could see, they were made from the same chromatic metal as the walls.

Loimos flinged a bit of rot at one of them, it showed no reaction whatsoever, he attempted the same thing with more volume and on different ones, the same thing everytime, these hollow knights definitely did not care about him, or his actions.

Despite this, whenever anything bigger than a rat got a little bit too close, or watched in their direction for a second too long, they would squash whatever that thing was, leaving it for a swift scavenger to swoop in and claim the prize before ending up in the same way.

Loimos went back up into his rot slug, and moved to another spot to observe the area some more, once he arrived there, however, he just stepped out amidst the living armours, there were death forces signature inside the chrome walls.

The silent guardians showed no reaction to his presence, allowing him to walk along the tall walls without obstruction, they reached quite high, seemingly higher than the cavern ceiling did, there was little way to tell just how enormous the inside truly was.

Now, he just needed to find a way inside.

Or not, an entrance just appeared out of nowhere, despite Loimos not doing anything in particular at all, he didn’t step in immediately and instead took a look from the outside, the living armours weren’t doing anything different, and nothing came rushing out to turn him into fine dust.

"Come on now, just walk in" a voice sounding like two someone beating a block of iron to death with a digging bar, tone was mostly absent, it was easy to tell that it was no living speaking with pitiful vocal cords.

Loimos was in presence of another undead, so he stepped inside and found himself in an unnecessarily wide and tall room, completely barren of anything except for a throne in the very center, the building material was the same metal as before and nothing else, there were no signs of anything being welded together, so it had to be assumed that everything had been built as is.

"Welcome, welcome! To my dungeon, my tomb, my prison and whatever else, what is your name?" sitting on the throne was a tall undead, well over two meters tall, two meters and thirty centimeters tall to be exact.

It was a skeleton dressed in a robe reaching down to his ankles, and just like all else, both his bones and robes were made of the chromatic metal, Loimos really stuck out like a sore thumb.

Especially since he was so bleak and decrepit looking, with black blood leaking out from time to time.

Loimos couldn’t respond however, so he just clacked his jaw.

"Now what does that mean?"

"Ahahah! Oh my, do you have neither the pale or death tongue?" the undead stood up from his seat and waltzed over to Loimos.

"One with such perfect death force? How-" he placed his hand on Loimos’s skull, seemingly getting the answer to his second question himself.

"Not even a year? Brilliant! You are a great lad, though you are missing quite a bit" the metallic skeleton stepped back and put his hands behind his back. Stay tuned with freewebnovel

"Aherm" he said aloud, clearly having a knack for theatrics.

"I am Faraday, a god-slaying battle mage from the times of yore, as well as our king’s right hand, would you mind helping me break out of this jail, in exchange of my superb and wise teachings?" his eyes shined with grey flame, once again chromatic.

He had spread out his arms and got into a grand pose, and was currently maintaining it, awaiting a response from Loimos.

The undead stood still for a few moments, going through every gesture he knew to find the most appropriate one.

He gave a thumbs up, with all of the personality, character and charm he possessed, none.

"Damn kid, your even less expressive than the minions I summon, they are nothing but mindless drones, I am simply flabbergasted-"

"But enough of useless banter! Let us begin, you’ll be my protege, and I’ll be your wise master"