This scene felt all too familiar.
Soul Puppets, Puppet Soldiers, Corpse Eaters...
These unconventional creatures, seen by many before, had once again made their eerie appearance.
No, it wasn't just these unconventional Living Beings re-emerging; it was a manifestation of their despair.
The Dark Force seemed to favor summoning; their power often intertwined intricately with death itself.
It wasn't that their power emanated from death, but they were proficient at using death. In the realm of the Dark Force, death and survival did not hold much divergence. Anything that existed was a tool they could exploit.
Just as Wizard Reed's remnant had said, it was only the beginning.
The continuously summoned army, splitting and Devouring, began to form a considerable scale. It wouldn't be long before a formidable army would rise above this swamp...
