Thunderbolts burned the area in front of the Lord's Manor into scorched charcoal.
The lightning effect spread outward, mercilessly ravaging the surrounding undead.
But the man's figure had completely disappeared.
Vanished entirely within the dragon breath.
Beata and all the dragons observing held a flicker of joy in their hearts.
The leader was dead; these soulless undead would soon scatter.
*However, the joyous expressions did not last long.*
*Because the surroundings did not change despite the man's death.*
The bone dragons in the sky continued spewing "black beams," while the skeleton soldiers on the ground kept firing bullets and magic projectiles into the air.
*How could this be?*
"This is your plan?" Rolana flapped her wings and approached from not far away, her expression calm as she stared at her.
"You..." Beata's heart tightened.
Rolana continued, "If I were to tell you that the one you killed wasn't this place's leader, then how do you plan to find him?"
