Mike pulled his sword free and exhaled slowly.
The moment the skeletal mage died, the remaining undead reacted.
Without a controller, they didn't stop.
They went berserk.
Skeletons howled and rushed toward Mike, Elina, and Seris from all sides. Heavy units dragged broken weapons behind them, while faster ones leaped from rooftops and alleys.
Mike looked around and spoke calmly.
"Finish them," he said. "Then we escort the villagers to the city."
Both girls nodded.
"Understood," Elina said, raising her staff.
Seris activated another device. "I'll thin them out."
Mike moved first.
He stepped into the incoming wave, sword flashing. Each strike crushed bone or cut through joints, dropping undead one after another. He didn't even had to use his sword art as the Sword Saint and Grand weapon mastery was enough to kill them all easily.
