While Atlas flew toward the main tower, the people in the castle had yet to regain their calm. Instead, another messenger appeared. This time, the messenger was not an undead like them but a beastman. He had a robust lion body and a giant sword behind his back.
"Igor?!" The undead king stood with a surprised look. "Why did you come here? And without any guards and notices."
"A conflict has appeared. I am afraid this will soon become a battlefield."
"You should know about the agreement, right?" He asked.
"Yes. Even so, this is very painful. I was with my brother on the front line. Some of them were pretty generous in this term, but some of them were not. Those people even didn't care about race and tortured some of us. I couldn't handle this anymore." He shook his head before finding that Atlas wasn't here.
