Inside the dark and eerie Undead Castle, Glaton wore a proud, almost smug smile on his grotesque face.
After so many years, this was the first time he had ever shown his treasured collection to a living being.
From the corner of his eye, Glaton tried to catch a glimpse of Daniel's expression, expecting to see horror or at least despair etched across his face. After all, any reasonable person would feel dread after seeing something like this.
The poor fool. If it weren't for Glaton's "collection," humanity would likely possess far greater strength by now.
No matter how many times a soul is reincarnated, its innate talent does not change. This fundamental truth meant that the races of the myriad realms—especially humanity—could have been far more powerful than they currently were. Heroes could have risen again and again, growing stronger with each rebirth.
