The Pale Rider [Pt 1]

Mantle of Death?

Check

Staff of Horrors?

Double Check.

All the other useful gear I had?

Triple check.

I donned myself with my equipment, relishing in the fact that I was overgeared. Still, allowing myself to be conceited would only warrant trouble.

Which was why I remained cautious and level-headed.

Once I prepared my personal array of equipment, I also shared some valuable spoils with my subordinates to buff them. They weren't much, but Grade 3 equipment would still assist in some ways.

Of course, I was the most equipped since I had more value. I could easily retrieve my Enslaved Souls if they were in any danger, but… I only had one life.

Or did I?

Once all the preparations were complete, my eyes fell on the warbling portal in front of me.

It leaked out corruption and dense Miasma, but, after making my decision, it was too late to turn back now.