The Resolve of A Leader
"Rise, Tormented Souls."
From the ground of bones, those very materials began to rattle before coalescing, forming into skeletons that rose with an undying aura sprouting from their hollow forms.
"Tch…" He clicked his tongue, mumbling painfully as he held his stomach, "...So this is the true nature of your domain?"
Jun-Seo smiled faintly, "It's an undying army–subservient to myself. Each and every one of them are victims of the GOETIA System, though not all are by my hand."
"You're sick," he said, adjusting his glasses with his trembling, weakened fingers, "It's not enough that you take their lives away, but you take even death from them?"
"I am despicable, yes. Have we not established that?" Jun-Seo replied with a smirk.
The crow-caped man was now hidden behind the army of dozens of rattling skeletons, who were of black, charred bones.