Without wasting time, Michael reached inward once more, his consciousness shifting back to Aurora.
The transition was smooth, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his ruined estate.
Without hesitation, he continued the process—placing more undead into his storage space before shifting back to the Land of Origin.
In the secluded clearing, the summoned undead stood in disciplined silence.
Michael swiftly released the stored undead, allowing them to take their places around him before vanishing once more.
Back and forth he went, repeating the process with practiced efficiency.
With each return to Aurora, he emptied his storage space and filled it again with more undead he had taken in haste from the Everlong Forest.
Then, in the Land of Origin, he released them into the wilderness near his body.
Time slipped away unnoticed. The only indication of its passage was the gradual increase in the number of undead standing in the clearing.
