Ethan scrutinized the undead creature, feeling that it wasn't lying. After some thought, he pressed further, "Besides you, how many undead have arrived here?"
"There are about a dozen more, Drow lord. I swear I didn't know this was the Queen's territory. Please, let me go!" the undead pleaded as it moved closer to Ethan, its scythe scraping the ground behind it.
"Hmm?" Ethan's gaze sharpened. What was this undead planning? Was it gearing up to attack him?
*Swish!*
Before he could think further, the undead swung its scythe. The massive blade sliced through the air, aiming straight for Ethan's neck.
"Damn it!" Ethan cursed, quickly dodging back. Luckily, he was currently simulating a Drow Elf, a race naturally high in agility. Otherwise, with his human physique, he wouldn't have been able to evade in time.
