War...
"Creatures of war, destroyers of worlds and fate, destined to cause ruin and nothing more..."
"Feeling poetic today, Obegrin?"
The {Sky Corpse Rider} turned around to see Inixth standing behind him, a devilish grin on his face.
His rotting steed huffed viciously, a gust of poisonous miasma gushing from its rotting nostrils.
Obegrin frowned,
"What are you doing over here? You are supposed to lead the first charge?"
Inixth shrugged as he stepped closer to the enormous rotting steed.
The creature was vile, covered in decomposing flesh.
However, it was also rather powerful, with the ability to gallop through the air at high speeds.
The rotting steed glared at him murderously with his crimson eyes, its fangs bared, as though threatening to tear him apart.
Inixth chuckled, "How scary..."
Then he turned back to Obegrin,
"The scum will end up dead anyways, so why not take our time?"
Obegrin glared at him, his eyes blazing with profane mana,
