Leaving the huge skull wolve to his sealed fate.
Going towards back to the first floor to check on his undead, he shortly sat down as he realized that they were aimlessly wandering left and right.
"Sigh...now what should I do?" He said as he sat down the stairs.
Bringing all kinds of different weapons out of his storage ring one after the other, Danzel felt somewhat lost.
From short sword to longsword and even maces. Danzel brought every weapon that he had in possession out and lined them neatly in front of him.
Be it the weapons that he still had from when he worked for Hanson not long ago or the human remains of those in the desert.
Danzel had many choices as to what his next weapon would be.
But even among that options, he still chose to try out the few longswords that he still had left.
And when he said few, he only meant that he only had three of them.
And one could barely be called a longsword.
