However, running also required strength, and this time, strength was something they no longer had the luxury to boast about.
The moment the demonic supernaturals tried to flee, the sky darkened.
Up above, suspended like silent executioners, were ten humans.
Except they were not humans anymore.
Each one radiated the aura of a solid Rank 3, their presence weighing down the battlefield like a falling mountain. These were part of Michael's undead, his human-type undead, the ones he rarely had time or resources to extensively focus on.
Michael could not fully invest in all of his undead. He lacked the time, the focus, and often the materials. Even nurturing a handful already cost him an absurd amount of energy and resources.
Of course this situation was expected to change in the future, but even now that limitation applied only to Michael.
It did not apply to the undead themselves.
