"What are you doing?" Kenway asked Sebastian.
The young man had been looking at Calvin for a while, and he was curious.
Of course, Sebastian wasn't exactly staring at Calvin, but rather at the mana that swirled around him and connected the man to the corpses he was controlling.
It was like the strings of a puppet were connected to his undead minions.
There was a short string connected to the remaining human corpse that Calvin kept nearby.
The second string extended into the distance, connecting to the lifeless body of the grassland sprinter a few kilometers away, pursuing the Sand Skimmers.
"Nothing, really; I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Kenway always had that stupid smile on his face.
Kenway's smile was an unyielding fortress of cheer, so bright and optimistic that it bordered on delusional.
The grin was the type that loudly expressed, "Everything is going well!" even when they were knee-deep in trouble.
