Chapter Forty-Eight
In the heart of his fortress,
Crow sat on his black throne, the endless screens of the Pay-to-Win Panel flickering before him.
He casually scrolled through the options,
most of it useless junk to him now.
But then —
something caught his eye.
[Limited Time Offer!]
Divine Rank Class Hero Available:
Name: Briony Class: Divine Necromancer Empress Specialization: Mass Summoning, Soul Manipulation, Eternal Undead Creation Note: "Once she joins you, death itself will obey your will."
Crow's crimson eyes sharpened.
A Divine Rank Necromancer.
Not just any summoner —
but a commander of death who could create permanent undead armies, unlike normal necromancers whose summons faded with time.
Briony wasn't some weak addition.
She would be a pillar of an empire.
And with Crow's current army already swelling beyond imagination...
She would multiply his strength again.
Without hesitation, Crow pressed "Purchase."
[Purchase Successful!]
[Divine Rank Hero Briony has been summoned!]
[Bound to Player: Crow]
A black magic circle burst into existence before his throne.
Mist rolled out like a tidal wave, filling the air with the scent of cold graveyards and old blood.
And then —
a woman slowly rose from the mist.
Long flowing black hair.
Crimson robes stitched with bone runes.
Eyes glowing a pale, ghostly violet.
She knelt instantly at Crow's feet, her voice like a whisper from beyond the grave.
"I am Briony... your eternal servant, Master."
The fortress itself seemed to shudder as Briony's necrotic aura merged with Crow's.
The undead in the pocket dimension howled in eerie worship, sensing a new Queen of Death standing beside their King.
Crow smirked faintly, satisfied.
The Origin War was approaching.
And now, with Briony at his side?
The dead would truly, endlessly rise.