To avoid falling into a trap.
But it wasn't completely unable to see Brando; the young man understood this point.
He cautiously unhooked the Black Steel Longsword from the skeleton soldier's claws, his movements slow and light. Brando felt his heartbeat slow but strong, like a cowhide drum striking his fragile nerves. Whether it was an illusion or not, the massive bone skeleton inevitably moved closer.
Less than ten meters.
At this distance, if the Madara General's Guard burst forth, Brando would be decapitated. He couldn't help but turn his head a few times, seemingly to subconsciously confirm that his head was still on his shoulders.
The Undead took another step closer.
