"Why hasn't that Corpse Sovereign headed to the Immortal Mountain Range?"
"Not sure, I only found out that it became a Divine Spirit two hundred years ago and is considered quite weak within the Undead Pantheon, so perhaps it doesn't dare to go there..."
Lear nodded.
"Is there any more intelligence about that Corpse Sovereign?"
"No, the other side is very mysterious, and few undead have seen him; they just know he resides in the Corpse Fortress, which is a month's journey from here."
Lear took a deep breath and said no more.
After being in the Undead Plane for so long, he finally heard news about the Undead Pantheon.
The good news is that there's no rush to face those terrifying beings yet.
It allows him some time to develop steadily.
The bad news is that if he grows too strong, it can easily draw the attention of the Corpse Sovereign, a Divine Spirit.
After all, it's the other's territory.
It seems some preparation will be necessary in that regard in the future...
