Four monsters. Four directions. Adding on the skeleton holding a machete, Thousand Creations couldn't run away this time. The Chasers and what not had already disappeared far away along with the zombie that he had thrown down onto the ground. The camera circled round and round. And all around him were these undead monster's bones and rotting flesh.
Undead monsters moved relatively sluggishly, so they got up quite slowly. Thousand Creations was the first one among them to stand up. His camera angle turned. This time, Stolord didn't leave. Carrying his battle lance, Stolord ran over in large strides.
Surprised, Thousand Creations couldn't help but jump backwards. After jumping, he felt extremely regretful again. Why did he hide? Wasn't he the one who wanted to teach him a lesson?
