The Blade Lord froze, staring at the skeletons with wide eyes. They carried the same weight of terror or even more as the bears that had nearly taken his life.
He had grown stronger, yes, but the deep-seated fear they stirred wasn't easily brushed away.
He then glanced around, searching for any familiar faces in this shared nightmare. And as he had expected, the poison and beauty lord also froze. While the present fighters were also shaking at the concentration of darkness emanating from the skeletons, the blade struggled to move his gaze.
Then, he looked forward to see the reactions from a certain two. Of course, there were Jenny and Cynthia, standing at the front, and something else was on their face, fearlessness.
