Roderick, seeing that he had lost control of the situation, gritted his teeth and gave a final command.
"Everyone who can still move, retreat toward the train! Take the wounded and the students with you! Alert the others of what has happened here!"
The people did not question the order and quickly moved. Roderick stood in front of the new wave of undead and raised his aura mantle to the maximum limit of what he could use.
He had made a mistake, as a warrior and a commander, he needed to atone for that mistake. The only thing he could do now was to stop the undead in front of him and allow the others to escape.
The senior Thornefang member stared at Roderick for a moment. "Commander!"
Roderick looked over. The man kicked a Crimson Lord greatsword across the ground. The weapon had belonged to one of the soldiers killed by the explosion.
"That sword is better suited to destroying these undead."
Roderick caught the weapon beneath his boot and lifted it with one hand.
