Chapter 48: My story
Riven gritted his teeth. He knew Spartacus must be thinking the same thing as her, but judging by the way he was sent flying, Riven knew who was stronger, and she didn’t even use any technique, just sword clashing.
No way was he going to let her ruin his undead. The strongest he had currently. He scowled. "Stop trying to fight my undead, Kivara."
"Huh?" She didn’t relax. She only frowned. "Your undead?"
"Yes. Meet Spartacus, my undead summon!"
Kivara blinked twice as she looked at Spartacus. She narrowed her eyes and stared more intently, her gaze like knives trying to see beneath his skin. Suddenly, she gasped. "But how? He’s just like a human, even the imitation of a heartbeat. Where did you get him?"
"No. How do you make such an undead?"
Kivara took several steps back so she could keep her eyes on both Riven and Spartacus at the same time. Suddenly, she felt like Riven might have been playing her since the beginning and was only hiding his power as an old monster practitioner.
Riven rubbed his hands together. He couldn’t help the warm feeling that suddenly bloomed and spread in his heart. He was proud to be able to make her react like that to his undead summon.
He took a dark, gleeful joy from it. "Yes... look at that! It’s my undead, and I killed him... wait till I evolve him... I can’t wait then..."
It was human nature to be arrogant, and Riven accepted a bit of ego in his life, especially for things he had worked hard for. The only problem was when a person began to overestimate their own powers.