A Greater Strength (2)

In a faraway land, very distant from the Island of Fate...

Boom!

The ground shook and rumbled, sending rocks tumbling down the mountain side. Seven figures floated above the mountain, their eyeless sockets bright with power as they watched the spectacle in silence.

Not one of the floating Undeads that radiated a frightening pressure spoke one word until the rumbling had calmed down. When silence reigned, and the dust had settled, the Undead at the forefront unfolded his arms and held them behind him, his luxurious robes floating behind him and giving him a grand appearance.

"After all this time. Hundreds of years have passed, and another one has emerged? Which one of your underlings have grown this strong in the past two hundred years? Shown such potential?" He turned around to look at the other floating Undeads.