Following the end of that memory, Griar was finally brought back to the hall of the pseudo-realm. There, he met the foggy figure once more.
"Oh, I certainly do hope that it did not feel too unpleasant to take part in this particular set of memories, did it? At the very least, you should have gained a certain understanding from it all" said the man.
"An understanding of what? Of the fact that Loimos is literally unbeatable, inescapable, and invincible? I don't think I learned that much…" responded Griar. He hadn't seen Loimos actually do anything of note. The skeleton had merely been killing his prey in most mundane manners. There wasn't even a lick of magic, no traces of ways of power, not even special martial arts.
It was all chillingly calculated, but at the end of the day, the undead had merely used pure violence and tactics that basically anyone could employ. There had been nothing groundbreaking.
