Loimos left this miasma generator to do its own thing as he began to go on the move, being the unappetising meal that he was, rare were the cave dwellers willing to engage him in any sort of manners, only the hairless monkeys seemed intent on flexing their mind powers on anyone within reach.
Some insects seemed willing to try and lay their eggs on the bits of rots protruding on his bones, none of them ever managed to do so, getting sucked into the rot and disappearing forever.
Some scavengers and eaters of the dead briefly turned to him, but even to them, he would be a severe stomach ache.
The lone undead retained a perfect memory of the words carved by the hollow suits of armour, the confusing nature of the underground did little to trouble him as he absolutely did not follow the instructions, preferring to approach from a completely different angle.
There was no discarding that it was all a weird, but well thought-out trap, it could also be leading to a marvellous place, nothing pointed in either direction very strongly.
Squeezing his bones and growing rot all around him, he shoved himself in a tight tunnel, his suit of decay and oily blood serving as some sort of slug for him to force passage.
Poking his head the other way, he spun his skull around multiple times as he analysed the area, there was a metallic structure, grand walls embedded deep into the stone, it seemed very much like the structure had forcefully manifested and pushed everything away to make space.
The metal was pristine as well, not a single dent or blemish to be spotted anywhere, not only that, but it was quite fancy too, it was chrome, and would probably shine dazzlingly if exposed to light.
Living armours just like the one from before were patrolling around, some seemingly moving completely randomly whilst others repeated the same path over and over again without stopping.
All of them showed some sign of damage, missing a limb or two, some missing even their heads, though since there was nobody under there, it didn’t seem to impair them in the least.
Most of them were quite dusty and filthy, but from what Loimos could see, they were made from the same chromatic metal as the walls.
"Now what does that mean?"
"Ahahah! Oh my, do you have neither the pale or death tongue?" the undead stood up from his seat and waltzed over to Loimos.
"One with such perfect death force? How-" he placed his hand on Loimos’s skull, seemingly getting the answer to his second question himself.
"Not even a year? Brilliant! You are a great lad, though you are missing quite a bit" the metallic skeleton stepped back and put his hands behind his back. Stay tuned with freewebnovel
"Aherm" he said aloud, clearly having a knack for theatrics.
"I am Faraday, a god-slaying battle mage from the times of yore, as well as our king’s right hand, would you mind helping me break out of this jail, in exchange of my superb and wise teachings?" his eyes shined with grey flame, once again chromatic.
He had spread out his arms and got into a grand pose, and was currently maintaining it, awaiting a response from Loimos.
The undead stood still for a few moments, going through every gesture he knew to find the most appropriate one.
He gave a thumbs up, with all of the personality, character and charm he possessed, none.
"Damn kid, your even less expressive than the minions I summon, they are nothing but mindless drones, I am simply flabbergasted-"
"But enough of useless banter! Let us begin, you’ll be my protege, and I’ll be your wise master"