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The Genesis of the Dead

'What is my purpose?' He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children. 'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.' Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

SkellyTheSkeleton · Fantasy
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68 Chs

Chapter 44

Maveth decisively issued a command to all his distant soldiers. Since his rebirth, he had become increasingly aware of a the connections with his distant scattered forces. Unlike his previous creations, these soldiers seemed to arise naturally, tethered to him by a vague yet undeniable bond. It was only when they ventured within close proximity that he could exert precise control over them, guiding their every action with intention.

He recalled the moment he had instructed all these far-flung connections to converge upon his location, a decision he now regarded as reckless. The soldiers, though numerous, were frail and devoid of higher intellect, making them vulnerable to tracking by even the most unskilled of pursuers. Recognizing the grave risk, Maveth resolved to act swiftly, ensuring his position remained undiscovered. To this point, he considered it nothing short of miraculous that no one had yet stumbled upon his whereabouts.