Chapter 50: Weight Of A Crown [2.]
All of them nodded solemnly at that, and one of them asked, "How can Lord Elias be this powerful?"
The others said nothing, but their expressions showed the same feeling—fear, awe, and disbelief.
They had already acknowledged Elias’s strength before. After all, he had defeated both Kael and Veran, two figures whose power was far above anyone among them. But back then, it had only been a surface-level recognition, not a deep understanding. Now, watching him return with a small horde of undead beasts silently following behind him, that acknowledgment turned into a quiet, creeping fear.
And slowly, that fear changed into reverence.
He was their Lord. A man with that kind of strength... it meant safety. It meant security.
All of them had suffered the pain of being enslaved before, but now, under Elias—someone with this kind of power—they believed that if he kept growing, if he kept rising, then no one would dare challenge his protection. No kingdom, no slaver caravan, no wandering mercenary group would have the courage to provoke someone like him. The stronger he is, the safer they all were.
Among them stood a man—one of the awakened in the group. He stared at the small undead army following Elias and shook his head slowly.
"The necromancer class is truly terrifying," he muttered to himself.
And he was right.
Necromancy was a terrifying path of magic. Those who could raise the dead and use them as weapons in battle were not just powerful—they were nightmarish. As enemies, necromancers were very difficult to fight. While most awakened relied on their weapons, skills, or personal strength, necromancers turned death itself into their army. Their undead didn’t think or feel fear. They simply obeyed. That alone made them incredibly dangerous.
What made it worse was how hard it was to actually kill a necromancer. When facing death, a necromancer could simply send their undead forward, using them as a shield while they escaped. Their chances of surviving were even higher than summoners. While summoners also fought through others, their beasts had intelligence, and bonds were formed between them. It wasn’t easy to sacrifice them.
But a necromancer? They could lose ten thousand undead without even flinching. To them, it was nothing more than the inconvenience of having to gather more corpses later.