Boom!
Four fireballs shot down from the sky, smashing into the swarm of monsters below.
Everything was reduced to ashes.
But in the next second, the monsters rose again, as if they had never been harmed.
"Tsk!" Draco clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Fighting the undead is the most irritating thing ever."
If they were normal monsters, they would have died from his attack without question.
But, as the name suggests, the undead were different.
They possessed regenerative powers that defied logic.
The only way to truly finish them was with holy magic.
Unfortunately, neither he nor Cassiopeia was skilled in it.
Only Lyra could wield it—and she was at the Imperial Palace.
"Argh!" One of the city-level monsters raised its sword high and swung at him.
Draco quickly dodged just in time.
Boom!
The attack struck the spot where he had been standing, leaving a two-meter-deep crater.
