Synopsis
Every lord gets a powerful starting troop. I got a skeleton—a joke, a curse, a death sentence. Or so they thought. Because even the weakest bones can grow fangs… and I’m here to build an army that will rattle the world.
Every lord gets a powerful starting troop. I got a skeleton—a joke, a curse, a death sentence. Or so they thought. Because even the weakest bones can grow fangs… and I’m here to build an army that will rattle the world.