Elijah simply waited for the drawbridge to lower down. Unlike Alan's trials, which swarmed him with undead…his were peaceful.
The undead didn't attack him, they merely watched him from afar. Elijah understood why.
Unlike the others, who attacked the saintess and other undead from the beginning…Elijah had merely helped them.
This was why the undead didn't attack…they considered him to be a sort of savior. His actions of purifying their souls also helped.
[How befitting of you.]
The tower's voice was heard once again. Elijah opened his eyes and his face contorted.
"What do you want?"
He asked, his voice containing a hint of wrath.
[I just seek to watch your trials.]
The tone of the voice changed yet again, this time into that of a curious child.
Elijah was disgusted.
"..."
He remained silent and watched the corpse giant emerge. Even the giant didn't do anything and just watched Elijah silently. The undead falling from the sky also avoided harming the drawbridge.
