"..."
Umbradrake stood there, speechless, silently reminding himself not to stoop to their level. Don't lose it. Don't lose it. You're better than this…
PhD spoke up, "All you need to do is stay put at home. Once the Zombie Horde arrives, we'll definitely back you up."
"Huh? Uh..."
Umbradrake had his doubts. Would that really work?
"But before that happens, Gravestone will definitely show up first. He's way faster than the Zombie Horde," PhD added.
"That's fine. Even if he gets there first, he won't dare attack right away. Don't forget—you're a Voidborn Undying too. Just stall him. Tell him you'll fight in a month." PhD laid it out calmly.
"Oh..."
Umbradrake thought it over. It actually made sense. But... would a month really be enough?
Still, at this point, he didn't have any better options. He had no choice but to trust PhD completely.
Live or die—it all rested on them now...
"Alright! Got it!"
"Good. Head back," PhD said, waving him off.
