Michael remembered a sentence his instructor once told him.
There is a price for everything.
Maybe this was his.
As the pain of losing several strong undead in an extremely short moment tormented and tore at Michael's soul, he could not help but think that maybe, if he were just some average person somewhere, he would not be here.
He probably would not.
As Michael's body trembled in pain, the others around him were not slow to react.
The first to attack were Michael's undead.
Lucky, whom Michael had kept away due to his poison attribute potentially causing friendly fire, was nowhere to be seen as Michael went out. In the next instant, Lucky leapt into the air as he morphed into his true form.
A huge eight meter tall wolf with dragonlike wings longer than its body.
Lucky let out a loud roar that made every Rank Three present, aside from the two suns, shift in place.
