Since his mana was fully spent, the Ghost Blade remained Aleric's only weapon. He didn't know how to fence, but the sword itself was a powerful weapon and an artifact.
'It would be awful to lose such a useful servant as my ghost, but if it means killing these four, it will be worth it! I just need to use it at the right moment…'
"Attack, slaves!" Aleric shouted, directing his freshly raised horde at the Light horses.
The skeletons charged to their doom without thinking. Simply touching one of the apparitions dealt damage to them, but with each skeleton they crushed on their way, the Light steeds became paler and paler.
Like Aleric's ghost, they weren't protected by flesh and were vulnerable to any touch of Dark magic despite their solidity. It didn't matter if ten skeletons were necessary to deal them any damage, because Aleric had just raised an entire hundred.
The charging inquisitors realized this too late.
