Caesar's body was covered in deep cuts, down to the bone, as though he had been brutally tortured.
Luigi and the other knights rushed to him in horror, shielding the severely injured king while staring at the scythe-wielding skeleton in shock.
Amtea felt a lump in his throat, his breath quickening.
Caesar's combat strength was formidable, yet after only a few clashes, he had been severely wounded.
This skeleton's strength was terrifying beyond measure!
The Grand Archpriest Emil fixed his gaze on the skeleton as it wiped the blood off its scythe.
Even Caesar wasn't a match for it; attacking it together would likely mean a pointless death.
Were they all going to perish here, buried alongside the Blood Empire?
