Meanwhile, in the dark dome of a coliseum, Astaroth was facing down the largest part of the undead horde.
Left, right, up, and even down in the ground, undead monsters were coming at him from every angle. It forced Astaroth into using his mana senses to the fullest, just to stay aware of every undead in his vicinity.
Since he wanted his companions to stay safe as well, he also shared the sensorial feedback into the mental link he shared with each one of them. The only one who could do nothing right now was Morpheus.
The bat had been trying with all his might to go through the dark fog canopy. But even when he tried to phase through it gently, it remained a hard surface.
Astaroth could feel Morpheus' displeasure through their connection and was trying to come up with a way to remedy the situation. But his mind was already being stretched thin with all the fighting and information sharing, and he could barely think straight.
