***Level 50 Dungeon, Bowels Of The Earth***
Khalor was currently standing in front of the treasure chest of the first boss, in the dungeon he was running. He was panting heavily as he sat in front of the chest.
"That was too close for comfort. Seems like the monsters at this level are smart enough to understand the principle of the summoner and summoned creature."
His body was currently recovering from some heavy wounds that the boss he had slain had inflicted on him. The monster had rapidly understood who was controlling the undead and Khalor had ended up in a tight spot.
Even though his never-ending army of undead kept the boss monster mostly at bay, it still managed to slip through them occasionally, dealing a great deal of damage directly to him.
Khalor wasn't a tank, and any hit he took was potentially mortal. Of course, his class allowed him some latitude, in terms of death, but that didn't mean he could allow himself to die so easily.
