A Necromancer, cloaked in a voluminous black robe and shrouded in a deathly aura so thick it was almost tangible, stood surrounded by layer upon layer of Skeleton Servants.
'That must be the Necromancer, Anthony.'
However, to Lynch's surprise, the number of Skeleton Servants his opponent had summoned from an artifact resembling a Death Banner… wasn't exactly staggering.
It looked like a mountain of skeletons, a sea of bones—a massive horde.
But by Lynch's experienced estimation, there were a thousand of them at most, perhaps closer to eight hundred.
Moreover, the vast majority were common Skeleton Servants, their bones bleached white, their weapons crude, their movements stiff and sluggish.
Although the base quality of these Skeletons seemed a cut above the cannon fodder Lynch could raise, that was only because his opponent had a greater mastery of the Skeleton Resurrection Skill, allowing him to more effectively preserve the strength the bodies had possessed in life.
