Until not long ago, the news of the Saint King's downfall reached his hidden lair.
He immediately foresaw that the Federation, losing this pillar of strength, would inevitably spiral into division and internal chaos.
He decided not to remain dormant any longer, and seize this rare opportunity when the Federation's control over the Wilderness is at its weakest, to wildly harvest souls, regain power, and ascend back to a legendary status, then proceed with his centuries-old blood vengeance against the Lotheren Kingdom!
"Molten Iron Tribe... Ximu Territory..."
Phillips rubbed the crystal ball's surface with his pale bone fingers, the soul fire in his eyes flickering and burning faintly.
For undead creatures, the souls of wise beings are the finest delicacies, far more nourishing than the souls of ferocious beasts and monsters.
Among them, human souls, rich in emotion and clear in thought, are the most savory and replenishing.
