"A reason?" Doevm cackled and his two flaming eyes brightened. One Undead stood up and walked between Arthur, Gwenivier, and Doevm. The rest of the Undead pooled into one of a hundred teleportation circles in order to return to other parts of the world where Doevm had placed them. The one remaining Undead wore little armor. He had a bloodied mace and a skull with one side crushed. "This was a member of the race you people call Savages. Usually, their race preaches to use that indescribable and illogical feeling called rage to fuel their actions."
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