[THRONE ROOM - MOMENT OF DECISION]
Alex looked at his team, seeking consensus.
Seraph had a skeptical expression visible even through her visor. Maya looked cautious. Raven... Raven looked curious, which was almost as dangerous as any trap.
"Talk," Alex decided finally. "But we keep our distance. And at the first suspicious move, we attack."
The Lich King nodded—a surprisingly human movement for an ancient skeleton.
"Prudent... Very... prudent... Approach... then... But... first..."
He snapped his fingers.
The two hundred skeletons that were still fighting each other disintegrated into dust.
"There... Calmer... atmosphere... for... conversation..."
The team approached cautiously, maintaining a defensive formation. Grim remained in his 1.5-meter form, ready to grow to Awakened if necessary.
The Lich King descended from his throne, walking toward a section of the room where there was a long stone table and chairs (why did a dungeon have a conference room? Alex didn't ask).
