"Count Raylo." Modi Caesar turned around. His voice was hoarse and dry, sounding like two tombstones grinding against each other. "Your reputation across the Continent is much more resounding than that of an old man like me these days."
Raylo made an "after you" gesture, signaling Modi Caesar to take a seat. "I invited you here today, Master, because there is a matter I would like to discuss with you."
Modi Caesar did not sit down. His flickering eyes stared directly at Raylo. "Speak, Count."
Raylo smiled and said, "I invited you here because I would like to ask you and your Undead to move to a new home."
"Move?" Modi Caesar's voice suddenly rose. For the first time, a clear fluctuation of emotion appeared in his dry and hoarse tone. It had been many years since anyone dared to offend him like this.
"BOOM!"
An aura of death erupted from his withered body, radiating outward!
