This was not fear.
It was the natural submission of a Low Tier being to a High Tier one, the instinctive reverence an Undead Unit holds for a more powerful existence.
Just as a Black Corpse would defer to a Purple Zombie, and an ordinary Purple Zombie would instinctively make way for a Corpse Demon.
And now, before the Profound Corpse, the Corpse Demon's Soul Fire flickered faintly as it subtly lowered its stance.
Lynch didn't waste this rare opportunity for a practical test.
He had the Profound Corpse extend its right arm.
Then, using his mental link, he commanded the Corpse Demon to extend its right arm as well.
The two claws, covered in Scale Armor and keratin with thick knuckles, clasped together in mid-air.
*CRACK.*
The first sound.
It was the crisp sound of bone against bone, keratin against keratin, making initial contact.
Lynch had the Profound Corpse slowly increase its strength.
The Corpse Demon instinctively tightened its grip, resisting.
