Grey sighed, rolling his shoulders as if to shake off the weight of hesitation.
If Pius had been an animal-type beast, he could've tamed it, making it his third companion.
Or if the undead had retained more of its humanity, a necrotic pact might have worked, bending it to his will.
"What a waste," he muttered under his breath, his tone carrying a mix of regret and resolve.
His grip tightened on the hilt of his blade as he drew another weapon, the steel humming faintly with energy.
The undead groaned again, a low, guttural sound, crawling slowly in the direction of the children. Its broken body dragged across the scorched earth, leaving smoldering marks behind.
Grey stepped closer, his gaze sharp but not unkind.
"The name of your boy… it's Noah, isn't it?" he asked, his voice calm, almost soft.
The undead didn't respond in words, but its flickering gaze seemed to brighten for a brief moment as if acknowledging the truth.
