"Are you alright?" Anfey asked, holding out his hand.
"Y-Yes," Ozzic said. His voice was shaking and he was trying to calm himself down. There was nothing wrong with Anfey’s warm, bright smile, but it set Ozzic on edge.
"Alright. Everyone please be quiet. Let’s…" Anfey’s eyes turned to the young man called Ye, and stopped. Even though he was still keeping up the act with Ozzic, there was an uneasiness in his expression, as if he was uncomfortable. As he killed, he was fast and determined. As Anfey and Ozzic talked, he had already killed half of the mercenaries who were injured by the zombies. Even though the mercenaries did not resist, his ability of killing his former companions without hesitation shocked Anfey.
"It seems you do not have any experience dealing with necromancers," Anfey said, walking over to him.
