They all died.
Every single one of Michael's undead that had attempted to ascend had perished.
It had been nine months since Michael began cultivating a select group of roughly 300 Epic Grade undead. These were the ones he had the highest hopes of seeing reach Rank 5 on their own, after which he could evolve them without worrying about losing his investment.
Unlike his engraved undead, who were still polishing their Laws to the extreme, these 300 had reached their limits much earlier.
However, advancement wasn't something that could happen simply because one was ready. Even undead needed to encounter the right opportunity, much like Teacher Brian, whose years of worries had finally disappeared, allowing him to experience a sense of liberation.
It was that sort of opportunity.
For some, nothing so dramatic was necessary. They could simply continue meditating in peace, waiting for the right moment to arrive.
