The moment the Necromancer perished, an unthinkable scene unfolded.
The vast army of the dead consisting of hundreds of thousands of undead of every shape and horror suddenly froze in place.
The eerie glow burning in the sockets of every undead dimmed before flickering out one by one. Then, without a sound, their bodies began to crumble with loud creaking sounds.
Bones turned to gray ash, skeleton warriors and mages meeting their ends.
Rotting flesh withered into dust, signifying the end of countless reanimated corpses that were like soulless husks.
Weapons, armor, and undead alike collapsed into nothingness.
Watching what just happened, Ray guessed that they couldn't survive without their creator.
Had he known that before hand, he wouldn't have bothered to drive the Army of the Dead away from the Great Wall before killing the Necromancer.
A few notifications rang in his ears as both the Necromaner and his army met their ends at his hands.
