This well-trained elite squad was decisive and made the most sensible choice.
But having come all this way, leaving wasn't going to be so easy.
"RUSTLE~~"
In the sparse woods, the crimson sand churned and dry leaves scattered as Skeleton Servants rose from the ground one after another, springing up like mushrooms after a rainstorm.
They came in all shapes and sizes—Fishman skeletons, goblin skeletons, Gnoll skeletons, and more. In short, the force was a motley crew, but their numbers were immense. In an instant, they formed a circle around the small camp, cutting off all avenues of escape.
As a cautious Necromancer, would Lynch ever set up camp without making thorough preparations?
Just then, the red glow in Esther's eyes intensified. She let out a soft, excited hiss, and with a single flap of her wings, she transformed into a black blur, lunging straight for the Tier Two Warrior who was retreating the fastest.
"Get away!"
