"That's right. An army of Undead, filled with powerful Undead beings. I'm sure it's hard to believe some of this, and you're not wrong. Maybe there is a certain exaggeration, but it's also possible that it's entirely true. The Era of Gods was a crazy time after all."
Yuan could see that Gabriel was taken aback to hear of the Undead. He wondered if Gabriel was finally scared.
"It was said that each of the Undead was as powerful as the Demigods." Yuan smiled. "Can you imagine strength like that? The Demigod stopped fighting and retreated. He didn't forget to attack one last time, giving a mortal wound to the Saint King before leaving."
"According to the myth, even though the Demigod ran, the Saint King was so hurt that he couldn't even stand. He dropped to the ground, and his body bled."
"He couldn't even hope to fight the Undead. He had already accepted his fate as he lost consciousness," Yuan spoke as he imagined himself in the place of the Saint King.
