Undead Army

"It might be due to demon blood in me." He helped Amon in sitting properly. Now that the fire is gone, his body has started to heal.

"That is strange. I wonder which demon had hurt you." Could the blood bring such change?

He stared at Tyrone's face. Suddenly, he felt that he knew very little about his own race.

"Would you be fine? I shall go and look for Cassandra. The royal family is looking for her."He stood up and looked around for scrolls but he was not sure if there were any left.

"She is not a real master. That made me wonder if she was telling the truth. There might be a way to make clones or change your appearance flawlessly." Amon looked guilty for refusing her so sternly in the past.

"I think she is still captured somewhere while the fake robbed us." He looked at his ruined heaven with tears brimming in his cold eyes, "I have given so much time to develop those gadgets but they are all gone. Poofed! Just like that."