Gravestone picked up on that strange aura too. His fierce eyes narrowed as he stared in its direction, a slight frown tugging at his brow.
This Umbradrake… doesn't seem weak at all.
He immediately grew more cautious.
But if anyone was panicking, it was definitely Umbradrake. After all, he was only faking the aura of a Voidborn Undying—he didn't actually have the power to back it up.
Caught in this kind of standoff, he had no choice but to fake composure. On the outside, he looked calm and collected, like an old pro. On the inside? Full-blown panic mode.
"Gravestone," he said, trying to sound cool, "I had no intention of fighting you. But you storming into my zombie nest like this? Bit much, don't you think?"
"Cut the crap," Gravestone snapped. "I heard you've been extorting livestock all over the place. You're clearly up to no good."
"I…" Umbradrake opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words.
What evil intentions could I possibly have?
