Behind Limon, a group of skeleton warriors were in hot pursuit.
As first-level undead, the skeleton warriors boasted a decent speed. Although they couldn't overtake Limon, shaking them off wasn't a walk in the park either.
As he ventured deeper, Limon was compelled to halt when he noticed an increasing number of skeleton warriors tailing him. If he didn't rid himself of the undead at his heels, once their numbers swelled, it would be a far trickier situation to handle.
More and more bone arrows rained from the sky, making evasion an ever more arduous task.
Without a moment's hesitation, Limon pivoted on his feet while running and came to an abrupt stop, taking cover beneath a withered tree. Glancing back, he saw in the dim forest clusters of blue flames flickering and a sea of white bones surging forward, numbering around fifty.
