High above in the sky, two figures hovered in silence.
Varun and Ruel watched from the air as the soldiers below moved through the frozen plain, dragging corpses, securing wounded allies, and extinguishing the last traces of demonic resistance. It was a grim cleanup, but an orderly one.
Yet neither man looked at the soldiers for long.
Their eyes kept drifting toward the cluster of beasts and monsters standing eerily still in the center of the field.
Michael's undead.
They did not wander. They did not even react to the movement around them.
They simply stood in formation, watching and waiting.
A sight that would have terrified most people.
Ruel swallowed quietly.
"…They are too strong," he muttered. "How can one boy control so many of such creatures? Just him alone is comparable to the Federation stations in the early floors of Earth."
Varun's expression did not change, but the lines of tension around his eyes deepened.
"That boy is abnormal."
