[01 Months: 10 Days: 12 Hours]
"These ten should be enough to serve as proper guards…"
As I stared down at them, taking note of their kneeling positions, my smile grew wider.
While they were few in number, since they had consumed a good number of their comrades, thus making them fit in terms of quality.
'They're the weakest of all my Minions, though…' My thoughts trailed.
Perhaps their leader would be a match for Black, or might even be stronger, but with Black's skillset, I didn't think it would have a problem winning ultimately.
Still, since these ones only had the roles of guards, I didn't consider their current abilities to be a problem.
'They're strong enough.'
The major issue for concern was their identity. Each of the ten retained the faces they had when they were alive, except for how they had now become pale, and were shrouded in red vein-like markings.
