819 The Master Is Expecting All Of You

Inside the Black Tower…

"Interesting." A two-meter tall demon with batlike wings, and obsidian eyes, smiled in amusement. "Swiper said that they want to compromise with me?"

The Death Lord nodded. 

"Hmm…" the Dread Lord tapped the arm support of his throne made of Dragon Bones. "Well… this development sure came out of the blue. But, it might not be a bad idea to compromise with these lowly creatures."

The Dread Lord was already planning to increase the number of High-Tier Undeads in the next Haunting, including adding all the Bone Dragons to ensure that the Shelters would finally fall.  However, he would have to pay a price to do so.

This was not a price that he was willing to pay unless it was a last resort. 

William's interference had put a dent in his plan, and he wanted him dead at all cost. But, now that there was a possibility of reaching a middle-ground, he would not be too close minded and hear them out for the time being.