Devan's sharp glance was shown at Ulacon, who never did anything but gulp down an iced orange. Then, he took the whiskey bottle. Then mix it into the orange juice. To be honest, Devan didn't know how the orange juice tasted with whiskey. While deep in thought, the teenager watched the movements of the golden goose. Starting from the palms of the hands, the spotlight on the eyes to the expression on a face.
Just as Devan intends to move the soldier's pawn, suddenly the atmosphere in the cemetery changes. Cracks in the ground just appeared. The right hand rises from the grave. Then scrape the ground covered with small grass and flowers. Hiro, who had just been replaced by Devan, was surprised that the zombies had started to be resurrected. A long groan. Aimed at those including Hiro. A sword was issued in the Dao form. Swinging in all directions, slashing the wind. The brown haired boy's expression became serious as he sighed.
"Damn it!"
