At that moment, one of the dead Dukes of Death suddenly twitched, and then the second, before the third, and nothing of this dreadful anomaly; the cheering stopped. Even the Myth of Reverend's smile faded by the slightest degree.
Suddenly, across the undead army, one thousand Legendary King Rank undead suddenly froze, and their soul flames extinguished at the same time without any scream, struggle, or warning.
Thereafter, their bodies collapsed into ash, and from that ash rose rivers of gray light, and the rivers crossed the battlefield before they poured into the fallen Dukes.
The next moment, under the terrified gazes of everyone, bones began to reform, soul flames reignited, and the rotten Celestial Astrolabe was reconstructed with the same ancient gray glyph at its center.
At that moment, the dead Dukes stood again, and the coalition fell silent.
The Myth of Thunder's grin vanished. "You've got to be kidding me."
