What did it mean to have too much sauce on one's plate?
This was it.
"Talk about friendly fire," Michael muttered as he stared at the notification before him.
[You Died.]
At this point, he had already returned to his territory following the battle's conclusion. Still somewhat shaken, he sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the Awakening Temple in the distance.
Remembering the final scene before his "death," he couldn't help but shake his head.
"If even the owner can't use their technique, doesn't it count as a forbidden one?"
This made Michael realize another aspect of his talent that wasn't necessarily advantageous.
Aside from increasing the limit of his undead, starting from Rank 3, his talent could condense decades of progress into a single moment.
It was why Michael still intended to evolve his undead even after they survived their Demigod Heavenly Tribulations.
