Another undead turned to dust the moment Nikolai ripped it apart using his spear before turning to another with beads of sweat glistening from his brows. The extreme heat from continuous battles took its toll, even for Nikolai.
He skimmed the battlefield, avoiding the stray blows and attacks to check on Sarah and the surrounding situation.
'Something isn't right...'
For the past few minutes, he felt the desperate attacks of the undead shift.
They suddenly became more measured, and the bone saints hung in the back, flinging their weapons or bone shards from a distance, while the weaker undead rushed at him to their deaths, holding him in place.
"Tsk, annoying corpses!"
Thud!
He kicked them away, the energy surging from his body in a waste of force.
"Haa..." While able to fight much longer, he'd used a little too much power at the start, ensuring that the thralls, Sarah and maids were safer.
"Ngh, a few seconds is all I need to recover."
