Saah sat grimly in his chambers as the Bone Collector worked in quiet diligence on the old skin across his face. Fashioned from recently deceased warriors, he had quite the collection of skins, amongst which Saah had chosen the most appropriate visage for the purpose.Average had never been a trend in the Underworld. Exquisite and fancy workmanship, on the other hand, gathered attention in these reaches. That was why you would scarcely see a Lich who preferred mediocrity over quality. To fit in that circle of command, Saah had to make compromises.Mind heavy with the details he garnered from the Midnight Assembly, he let the bony servant carry out his work while inwardly he considered the implications. As a true Lich of the Seventh Legion, he was among the ones who got invited to the gathering of the nine legions, a most momentous event in the history of the Underworld.The common practice had always been to keep a certain distance between the legions. Duty for duty’s sake, and that involved tending one’s own garden rather than eyeing the neighbour’s measly backyard. That sort of thing would birth insidious thoughts, of which rebellion was the most paramount and sinister one.A world of dead men with mindless slaves. Why would anyone want that?Broken Lands could serve as a good example if the legions of the Underworld could get a hold on Haven’s Reach. Endless stretches of warmth and green would rot away under their filthy presence, slowly giving way to a world that isn’t dead, but not alive either. Stuck in between like an ungodly mix of things that have gone bad.No. What Saah sought was true freedom from this cage. If he could remove himself from this grave circle and gain a new chance at a life that wasn’t contained to the stench of the dead and the wickedness of the demons, it would be enough.Unfortunately, that made him the most ambitious Lich in the Underworld, even though his desire was of little (...)