"So, that's why this castle is in ruins right now? And that's why you knew the architecture so well for you to make this reconstruction of this castle go so smoothly!" Arin asked.
Zulkarnash bowed his head and nodded in agreement.
"In that case, if both of your designations are below mine as a champion, then why would my low level be an issue?" Arin asked.
"Because, My Lord," Zulkarnash replied, "Devotion binds me to my Lord, as tightly as undeath binds my soul to this realm. I would not—nah, could not—question the will of the Supreme Entity, whose power eclipses all.
Warfare was never my path. The clash of swords and the spilling of blood… such crude means belong to enforcers, not to those who serve higher purposes."
"So, you mean to say, Zarathian lacks devotion?" Arin raised doubt.
"Ah, arrogance, my Lord," Zulkarnash answered, "Arrogance was a poison that clouded his logic yet sharpened his ambition.
