The Descent of the Conqueror
In the infinite universe composed of planes, the number of planes that had gained fame with their might and traversed millions of years was no more than the fingers on one hand. Among them was the Celestial Plane, inhabited by beings known as the Fatihs. A young Fatih named Ülgen had just graduated from the academy of the Celestial Plane and was about to take his first step towards becoming a true Fatih in the infinite universe. He knew that his journey would be filled with countless dangers, and he was ready!
The Master's Perspective
Hvítreiðr, East Gate.
The undead, positioned a hundred meters from the gate, drew their weapons and let out savage roars upon seeing their masters forced to their knees under the pressure. The undead knew no fear of death and were bound to their necromancer master, possessing an instinct to obey and protect him.
"Stop!" Taelos's voice halted the undead before they could move. Cold sweat dripped down his back as he attempted to take the initiative to salvage the situation. "Lord Ülgen, this humble wizard acknowledges his mistake! Please, grant me a shred of your magnanimity and forgive me!"
He knew his words were humiliating, but a moment's humiliation was insignificant in the face of death. Seeing 792's questioning expression as he turned his head towards him, Taelos bitterly laughed inside. "Does he doubt my loyalty? Ah, this is why I dislike young parasites. They are so inept at adapting to changing circumstances!"