The Dungeon (1)
Timur knocks on the study room’s door. It slides open and he enters it to see Dmitri sitting on a rocking chair next to the fireplace while a fire blazes in it. Dmitri has his eyes closed, rocking the chair slowly but his mind is alert.
“What is it?” he murmurs.
“My lord, Aryan is interrogating the Undead,” Timur states. “It is unlike anything we have ever seen before. This…this thing is intelligent. He is not attacking anyone but simply stares at the guards without blinking. Unlike other Undead who lose control, he is calm and calculated as if he understands everything we are doing.”
“Did he say anything about his leader?” Dmitri asks.
“No. But he wants to…”
Dmitri stops rocking the chair. “He wants to do what?” he quietly demands.
“He wants to meet you,” Timur replies. “This is his demand.”
Dmitri slowly opens his eyes and turns to his First Squad’s Captain. He ponders his decision for a while before standing up.