Chapter 355: Dust Settles, an Urban Legend

A primal terror, cold and absolute, finally seized the Lich King's soul. He had lived for centuries, cultivating poisons, manipulating lives, and viewing mortals as mere playthings. But the man before him was no mortal. He was a god of life and death, and he had just pronounced a sentence more horrifying than mere execution. To be turned into a cure? To have his entire existence, his centuries of painstaking cultivation, his very life essence, reduced to a mere ingredient for the woman he had...