Their weapons and equipment had been returned, but they remained surrounded by Skeletons.
The Naga leading them, Serena, kept her beautiful face taut. She glanced back from time to time, her vertical, azure pupils fixed in the direction of Red Rabbit.
Every time she saw Her Highness Sea Song practically leaning into that detestable Necromancer's arms, looking as if she were completely at his mercy, Serena couldn't help but grit her teeth. Her grip on her twin blades tightened, and her eyes practically shot fire.
But there was nothing she could do.
Her Highness's life, and the survival of all her people, rested in that Necromancer's hands.
He hadn't turned them into Undead Units and had even returned their weapons, only demanding they "assist in combat" for the sake of justice. It was the best deal they could have hoped for under the circumstances.
'Resist? That would only put Her Highness in even greater danger.'
