“How did you know I killed Stryke?” asked Jace. “I was the only one that made it out of the room.”
Jace could see the hundreds of thousands of undead still kneeling. He wondered when Christine would ask them to relax.
“Because they decided to kneel when the person who killed Stryke would walk out of that door.” she said.
“They’re kneeling before me?” asked Jace. “I thought they were kneeling for you!”
“You really are a dimwit.” said Christine and smiled. “If my maths is anywhere near as good as I claim it to be, then the number of undead under your power is almost two million.”
“Why did they decide to kneel before me?” he asked.
“Because you gave them hope in return for their loyalty.” said Christine. “Stryke gave them nothing. They were slaves under him.”
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