Mike didn't answer immediately. He looked over the Death Lords—rows upon rows of towering, pure-physical Mythical undead, silent and unmoving, like statues carved from death itself.
Then he spoke calmly.
"You can have all of them if you want."
The words hung in the frozen air.
The Lich froze mid-motion.
The flickering soul-flames in its eyes flared violently as it snapped its skull back toward Mike.
"…Kek?" it uttered, disbelief slipping through its manic tone. "All of them?"
Mike nodded once, shrugging as if its no big deal. "If you need more, I can give you more."
For a moment, the Lich simply stared at him.
Then it burst into laughter.
"Kekekekekeke—! Is it true?" it demanded, voice sharp with excitement. "You're not jesting, are you, my lord?"
Mike shook his head "No, I am not but It will take some time"
That was all the confirmation it needed.
