Building Strong Ties

Leon examined the souls for a moment before making a gesture with his fingers. Instantly, a black vortex appeared and sucked all the souls into it in one swift move. They would be processed by the Abyss of the Undead and turned into loyal soldiers for his Undead Army.

"Good work. You can carry on with what you want to do." Leon nodded at Grokus and the latter bowed and disappeared from view.

Leon reclined in his chair and continued to bask in the sunlight for a good while longer before he felt a presence probe at his mind in a way that was asking for permission. Confused, he consented, and a mental connection was formed with him.

"Hello, Your Excellency, Leon. Please, forgive my rudeness, but I have been ordered by my leader, Drukali, to contact you and ask for an audience with you." A young, timid male voice came from the mental connection and Leon realized that it was the Dragons that had contacted him.