'What does she mean, she doesn't have a choice?'
'Is she being forced by someone or something?'
Many thoughts ran through his mind, but he could not wrap his head around it.
His brows furrowed deeply as he stared at the ancient scorpion, trying to understand the meaning behind her words.
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
For such an entity to be forced, how powerful was the one behind it?
That thought alone terrified him.
Once again, he was reminded of how weak he was.
The realization settled heavily within his heart, making his previous confidence seem almost laughable.
Previously, when he became a Level 40 Necromancer, he thought he was strong enough to work unhindered through the Bleeding Desert.
He had believed that with his undead army and his newly acquired strength, none could threaten him on the bleeding desert.
Only for reality to slap him in the face when he arrived before the ancient scorpion.
