Igor couldn't put his finger on this feeling, but at that moment, he felt incredibly secure. Regardless of how terrifying the skeletons and Undead Soldiers were, he felt no fear, believing reliable people stood by his side. These people fought shoulder to shoulder with him, giving him great peace of mind.
Thinking back on those Little Black Hands, Igor suddenly realized that comparisons truly brought such differences to light. In comparison, these seniors were much more reliable than those Little Black Hands.
Now, all the Little Black Hands were collectively silent. No one knew what they were up to.
Everyone cautiously faced the situation. Whether it was the skeletons or the Undead Soldiers, they were all apparently under the influence of a special Control Spell. These creatures might look disorganized and not particularly powerful, but real combat was a different story.
The last attack, at least, had been dangerously close.
