"No way…"
Francois flutters her eyelashes. "I am also quite surprised. The horde is far northwest and has not moved for years. And yet, today, they began marching south."
"They're coming…"
"Retaliation," Francois smiles. "The First Undead - he controls all the Undead Lords - Zombies, Skeletons, Ghouls - whatever. A being as terrifying as the First Vampire. Just count your blessings that he does not march from the Capital with a horde of several hundred thousand."
"But if we fight off the incoming horde, what's stopping that from happening?"
Francois grins wickedly. "I never told you that your plans for reviving humanity were free from risk."
She glides to the window, looking out at the moonlit courtyard. The pale light reflects on the quiet surface of the pool.
"You are learning to breathe underwater, is that right, little hero?"
The way she says the word 'little' is both condescending and demeaning, but it only adds to her charm. A deadly woman indeed.
