A dark mist emerged beside Amelin, and from within it emerged a skeleton, pushing a living armor with some parts of its chest dented and its left arm completely crushed.
"You can drop him," Amelin said, watching her skeleton give a slap on the back of the living armor, causing it to fall to its knees.
"So, can you show me the way?" Amelin asked, placing the blade of her scythe and leaning on it with both arms on the handle.
A few seconds passed, and without hearing a response, Amelin's skeleton slapped the living armor again, which remained motionless.
Letting out a sigh, Amelin swung her scythe, making a diagonal cut from the armor's waist to its left shoulder, splitting it in two. "They're living armors, but they don't even have consciousness..."
