'Impossible, how could it be him?!'
Lyle's eyes constricted to a needlepoint as his breath suddenly turned haggard. He glanced over at the spearman before using his blood manipulation to control the blood in his legs, causing the latter to grunt in pain as he felt as if his legs were under a great deal of stress.
"You bastard, you hid well, to think you actually had the ability to manipulate the ground." The spearman said before teleporting away, causing Lyle to lose track of him for an instant, before glancing about 250 meters away as the spearman appeared there and was making a run for it.
It wasn't only him, all the members of the organization were doing their best to run away while the undead stayed in order to battle against them.
'Iritil, keep a close eye on that spearman, as well as any strong Necromancer or higher-up that appears, it's time to turn one of them into one of us.'
'Understood, master.'
