They were everywhere.
A hungry sea of dead eyes and too-long claws.
The Malevolent Undead moved with no particular purpose.
With no leader now, no Demon to focus them, they attacked everything. And that meant that Alba was in trouble.
Thankfully, Ignotus was there before anything could happen to it.
Bouncing on the balls of his feet, his sword loose in his hand, and Alba tucked under his left arm, he ran around them.
Meanwhile, an acid glob sat in his right palm, neon green and humming, ready to vomit death on anything stupid enough to touch it.
Eris, his internal guide, sighed in his head.
'Don't enjoy yourself too much.'
Ignotus replied because the dog deserved amusement, and She deserved an attitude:
'I'll try my best~.'
The first wave hit with eight Malevolent Undead lunging at him at the same time.
He ducked beneath their claws, and just as he was about to drown in their bodies, all eight split apart, allowing him to rush forth and meet the next.
