Just because he picked up a two-handed sword?
"A bunch of maniacs!" Dome grinned, feeling not too bad about this.
With the undead resurrecting en masse, the tide of corpses was finally cleared.
The road ahead was strewn with bodies.
But the thunder had disappeared, the rain had lessened, and it was hard to see anything in the oppressive darkness ahead.
"Illumination Spell!" Dome raised the two-handed sword high.
The sudden burst of light made Dome look like he had truly become a white-robed Sword Saint, bravely leading the undead charge toward the choir.
Then, the curse from the choir swept over them.
Dome's heart trembled.
No, surrendering was the better option. The 'book thief' like him had no concept of losing face; it was all about saving his own skin.
If he didn't fight fiercely at the crucial moment, would the Lord blame him if they actually survived?
