Looking at the corpse of the humanoid Storm Tyrant Crocodile, Thoren released a deep sigh of relief he had not realized he was holding.
The battle had taken everything out of him. The constant mental calculations, the precise coordination all of it had been exhausting.
Commanding such a large undead army while simultaneously analyzing a Level 19 opponent required absolute focus.
Yet as he surveyed the battlefield, he knew the exhaustion had been worth it.
If he had not previously increased his Intelligence, he would have been overwhelmed trying to control so many undead at once.
Until now, he had always been careful when fighting his enemies. He had remained wary of the hidden forces lurking within the uncharted territories.
Who knew how many of them were affiliated with mysterious gods capable of boosting their followers' strength beyond common sense?
If he were to reveal his trump card prematurely.
if his enemies learned the true extent of his power.
