Unlike anyone else who'd be troubled in their current situation, Jash was smiling crazily, finally feeling that his itch to battle would be scratched.
'This is truly... a good opportunity for me,' he thought with a calm smile, composing himself and restraining his leaking emotions.
As if right on cue, the ones holding animosity showed up.
"Undead?" Jash blurted out, his smile widening, unable to reel in his excitement.
They were a ragtag group of skeletons with some scrap-like weapons in the front before more and more of them appeared in his eyes.
Yet Jash remained unfazed, fully aware that it was just an illusion and that he was in no real danger.
A plethora of weapons—spears, machetes, swords, daggers, khukris, sharp claws, greatswords, axes—in hand they approached.
'They're humanoids but since they aren't humans, I can fight all of them without hesitation,' Jash mused, noting the closing distance.
