In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Orion and Lich Vexis once again led their armies to the front lines, relieving the undead forces that had been holding the position.
"Lord Orion, per my master's orders, we've left you with 200,000 skeleton warriors."
"Thank you!" Orion said.
The cloaked skeleton in charge nodded silently before turning and departing the battlefield without a word.
"Compared to him, you and Rumbold seem downright friendly," Orion quipped to Vexis as he watched the cloaked figure leave.
"In our world, coldness and solitude are just part of daily life," Vexis replied without turning around, her gaze fixed on the slime mold layer ahead as if searching for something. "When you're quiet for long enough, you stop feeling the need to talk much."
"Same as always—I'll hold the front line, and you handle the big picture from the rear. Prophet, if Vexis gets caught up in the fighting, step in and take command."
