The joy of defeating the dungeon's boss had no time to burst forth before the subsequent outbreak of a contagious plague sent the Undead into panic.
"It's like I was forcefully logged off, I was forcibly disconnected."
The speaking Undead's body began to twist, and his tongue grew gradually clumsy until, in the end, as he opened his mouth to speak, saliva squeezed out with the cumbersome tongue, and before consciousness completely severed, he shouted, "It's, contagious... Run!"
The outbreak of this calamity plague seemed premeditated; even the Undead began to suspect that Lord Leon had been preemptively avoiding leaving the hall before going completely mad, perhaps as a precaution against infection.
"Ugh!" An Undead began to vomit, his body obeying physiological instincts, unable to run, only able to stay put.
He saw a plague infection progress bar appear before him and watched as the bar rapidly filled up, yet he couldn't move his body at all.
