{Seekers Note - The last parts of the previous chapter were edited a bit, please check it once more, if you had read it yesterday...}
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Zeledin frowned, though the Ghost race was naturally not afraid to face off against their arch nemesis, the Titan Ogre Tribe, but it was still not the right time for that to happen, and that clash also could not occur within the confines of the Ghost Island.
Because the Seal of the Elven race, which is on that island, not only confines the undead race members, but it also severely suppresses the power of anyone with the Dreadborn aspect. Even the Ghost Emperor is no exception to that suppression.
Zeledin's eyes flashed coldly. If not for that seal's suppressive feature, the Emperor would long since have burned that seal to cinders with his current Might.
All of these thoughts passed through his mind in a fraction of a second.
