The Duke of Hamlet was now like a snake with its venomous fangs removed, hissing coldly as he dodged the Spine Wheel, maintaining a distance neither too close nor too far from Lyle.
Temporarily losing the ability to control his comrades, he could only act on his own, and he was also wary of the short gun in Lyle's hand, leading to the current situation becoming a protracted battle.
Lyle was controlling the skeletons in an attempt to hinder the Duke, while the Duke was biding his time, waiting for the decayed puppets to awaken, or seeking an unexpected way to deal with Lyle.
The situation maintained a strange balance, with both sides waiting for the final weight to tip the scales.
While Lyle was wholeheartedly manipulating his creations, an unusual noise came from behind him.
Turning his head, Lyle saw the disintegrating skeleton and a bone held in Kevin's hand.
Their eyes met, exchanging mutual surprise.
