Pale skeletal hands stretched out from the soil. Some of them held long swords, some held sharp axes, and some held bows and arrows.
They broke out of the soil and stood in front of Catyn, despite the dust all over their bodies.
The green flames in their skulls were staring at catyn, waiting for his orders.
[ sleeping undead, listen to my command and attack the giant wolf in front of you. ]
This spell would take longer than Catyn’s last one, so the number of skeletons he summoned was far more than before, as there were twelve of them.
The appearance of the skeletons did not change much from before, but they became taller and taller.
Catyn gathered his magic power on the top of the black staff, and as a green light shone from the top, it gently waved at the position of the skeletons, adding a layer of leather armor to their defenseless bodies.
