"These! Are the criminals who dared to raise their weapons against my soldiers!" The Lich King swung his arm fiercely, and the projection in the sky instantly switched to that mountain of corpses. "Even if they were unaware of my divine status earlier, as the King, daring to raise a weapon against my soldiers is still a grievous act of treason. The consequence of rebelling against the King is death, but what is the consequence of rebelling against the Grim Reaper?"
Countless purple flames flew out from the hands of the self-proclaimed Grim Reaper, drifting down like flower petals. The scene was momentarily enchanting, but when those flames fell onto the pile of corpses, it was anything but romantic. The dead bodies, with their guts spilled, brains split, and throats cut, all began to rise again.
