"You once said that a shattered body could not truly kill you, and the passage of time could never bury you! One day, you would return as a king!" The skeleton gazed at Owen with fervor, placing his right hand over his chest, speaking each word with conviction.
The flames in his eyes burned brighter, almost radiating heat.
"At that time, you used the Blood Clan's secret arts. Everyone thought you had died, but we knew—you hadn't perished; you had merely gone away temporarily!"
The skeleton's sincerity left Owen slightly unsettled, beginning to wonder if he really was the Blood Empire.
The skeleton seemed entirely sane, and its loyalty to the Blood Empire was undeniably genuine.
Even Owen found himself nodding slightly, moved by the skeleton's earnest devotion.
If he didn't know better, he might have been convinced he was the Blood Empire!
Perhaps there had been a misunderstanding?