Off in the distance, the intense battle was still ongoing, but the mage before Bartlett didn't seem the least bit worried or anxious.
"Help? Of course we need help, of course!" Mage Cyril laughed, "We all know that taking down that big lug isn't easy." He gestured towards the zombie dragon behind him, "My life's philosophy is to give my all in every battle, to closely cooperate with my teammates, and to unite everyone without wasting a single ounce of battle power. Everyone, regardless of who they are, if they have a skill they're good at, they can join the battle. Hey, little guy, what can you do?" he turned to the little ghost behind Bartlett.
"Me?" Hiding behind the Barbarian, the little ghost peeked out nervously, "I can 'scream', honorable mage sir." She was a little scared of the mage opposite her.
