"...!"
Everyone became speechless.
The massive monster towering over the ruins of the mansion turned their way and its dog-like face twisted with a smile.
"That's... the head looks like it's Gorut, but those monsters don't have actual bodies, it's all head for them...!"
Cranberry - who seemed to be in a state of complete shock - muttered to herself, looking at the sigil monster in front of her.
"This thing looks like some messed up angel-class."
Carambola clenched his fists and looked up at the creature's face.
"One that had run face-first into a wall, that is..."
Persimmon Kabuto smirked, despite being pale as a ghost, and nodded toward the silver-haired gentleman.
The two of them looked at each other before Carambola looked at the red-haired Cranberry.
"My lady, how is lord Zombie's HP?"
He asked, but he obviously meant to ask whether the blue undead is still functioning or was he re-killed.
