Under layers of ghostly clouds.
Kane and the others stood on the territory where they had just fought the undead.
They could still feel the Holy Light that had not completely dissipated, dispelling the piercing cold around them.
And Kane kept standing in place, gazing into the distance.
He was waiting.
Waiting to see if the three Kings of the Undead would notice their movements and come over.
The situation detected by the Divine Gaze was also unclear.
They might come, or they might not.
All depends on a moment's decision.
At this moment, Kane suddenly turned around. It seemed those three Kings of the Undead wouldn't come.
The prediction had also been entirely accurate.
"They won't come, although we don't know if they noticed, it's irrelevant now."
"Tonight we will rest here, tomorrow we will go directly into the Tower of the Dead and finish this mission."
Hearing Kane's words, Kreya and the others were already prepared and nodded.
