The void rippled again, and more figures stepped forth.
Four of them were instantly familiar to Michael—his four Rank 3 undead.
Prince. Gale. Lucky. Lily.
Their colossal forms emerged in unison, spreading out to form a circle around the three Rank 3 monsters. The pressure of their arrival alone made the air quake.
But what came after was even more shocking.
From the same rift, more than two dozen other figures spilled into existence. Their forms were strange, flickering between presence and absence, as though they straddled the line between life and illusion.
Prince's soul puppets.
Together with Michael's five undead, they formed a terrifying circle. More than three dozen powerful entities closed in, surrounding the three monsters who, just moments ago, had been dripping with arrogance.
The serpent, the lion, and the crystal beast could not mask the flicker of shock that passed through their gazes.
And Michael?
