That old bastard calling himself The Voidborn Undying... his tone was eerily similar to Ethan's.
Nightbane froze on the spot, his face drained of all color. After everything he'd done, all the sacrifices he'd made—this was the result? He couldn't accept it. Not like this.
"No! What about the power to rule the world? That was the deal!"
"Yeah," the Undying said in a low, gravelly voice. "The one who'll rule this world... is me."
"..."
Nightbane was speechless.
The Undying's savage eyes swept across the battlefield, pausing on Ethan and the massive horde of zombies surrounding him. There was a flicker of something like approval in his gaze.
"Still, you've all done pretty well. Why not just join me? Stick with me, and I'll make sure you rise to the top of the undead food chain."
"No way in hell! I'd rather die than kneel to you!" Nightbane shouted, his voice shaking with fury. He already felt betrayed—there was no way he'd go along with this.
"Oh?"
