Gradually, the number of enemies began to decline. Although these skeletons looked quite frightening, they did not pose any real threat, except to consume the physical strength of the warriors.
But Lancelot's heart rose to his throat because at that moment his Spirit Perception had clearly warned him that something extremely dangerous was approaching.
He was certain the danger did not come from the skeletons around him, but the chaos was too great for him to pinpoint the source of the threat; he did not dare to sit down and enter a state of Spiritual Sight through meditation because the hair on his neck stood on end, feeling as though a dagger was already pressed against his throat.
He still maintained a relaxed posture, appearing like a Succubus enjoying watching its servants fight, but beneath his wide robe, his right hand had already reached into the opening of his Dimensional Bag, gripping the hilt of the Giant Sword Glacier.
