His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he no longer had the strength to make a sound.
Finally, his head lolled to one side, and he completely lost all signs of life.
But his eyes remained wide open, as if he could not rest in peace even in death.
Haaaaah...
Witnessing this, Lynch finally let out a long sigh of relief.
'This battle was incredibly difficult.'
But thankfully.
They'd won.
Finally... they'd won.
Lynch wanted to laugh, but couldn't bring himself to.
Because the battle had been far too brutal.
His gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield, over the shattered bones that littered the ground. Of the once-mighty Undead Army, not even one in ten remained standing.
The few that were left were scattered, and most were wounded.
Even the Necromancer apprentice had died at some point in the chaos. Now, it was just a plain, ordinary Skeleton clad in an apprentice's robe.
What pained him even more was the loss of his Soul Fire elites.
