'If I can summon my own bone army, then they'll help me deal with all of this. That way, we can easily get to the altar.' Jack's mind raced as he focused on willing the system screen to appear.
[Access to the system has been denied.]
[The lord wishes to see your strength!]
The cold, mechanical system notification sent a chill crawling down Jack's spine. His heartbeat spiked.
'If I had relied on the system up to this point… I would've been toast.' The realization was sobering—and terrifying.
Jack clicked his tongue in frustration, his sharp gaze scanning the chaos surrounding him.
"Alisha, protect Missy!" he ordered, his voice hard and cutting.
Missy barely stood, her small frame trembling as she clung to Alisha's side. The girl's face was pale—the events had drained her both physically and mentally.
The undead were upon them. Their bony hands gripped rusted weapons, armor rattling as they closed in.
