The Demon, now no longer just a head but a full-on undead bastard, followed Ignotus, dragging its pack of Malevolent Undead, those ugly, long-limbed things, behind it.
They swarmed him, protecting their master like loyal dogs...
If dogs could screech and look like nightmares.
Ignotus didn't know how Letum had managed to tame the Demon, but he understood one thing: it always attacked whoever attacked it.
Which meant… the Malevolent Undead could be used as a perfect shield for Ignotus. If Letum attacked even a single one of them, their attention would turn to him as well, something that he certainly wouldn't want.
But it sure as Hell was something that Ignotus wanted, or rather, needed. It was the only way he saw himself getting out of this alive.
"Perfect."
His mutual destruction plan had been initiated.
"COME AT ME!"
While dodging in between them, he raised his hand, his light gathering at his fingertips.
And they rushed at that light like moths.
