Michael once again felt the inconvenience of not having all of his undead inside the Netherworld, where he could summon and dismiss them at will.
Right now, if he didn't want to accidentally lose one of them in the crossfire between Lucky, Prince, and the two flying gargoyles, it would be better if they weren't even outside in the first place.
Even he wasn't safe outside, but he had no choice but to take everything head-on.
Fortunately, the gargoyles' sights were never on him.
However, this didn't mean that just because they didn't have their sight on him, they couldn't kill him.
After all, those stone spears earlier seemed like magical rockets with the destruction they laid down.
If one was to accidentally touch him, he knew he'd die.
