Michael looked at the undead surrounding him, standing silently in a wide circle.
As he sensed their power—the subtle differences in their auras, the unique nature of each—he couldn't help but feel a quiet surge of pride.
And these weren't even all of them.
Several of his undead were still stationed in Aurora, maintaining the security of his family house. The ones present here were just a part of his total forces. Yet, even this subset would likely impress most people.
In truth, it was rare for Michael to summon his entire legion.
The first time had been during the demon assault on Woodstone City. That event had required everything he had.
Outside of such emergencies, it was unlikely anyone would witness the full might of his undead again.
There were only two scenarios where it might happen.
One, when he had a large task that needed many hands—like the time he tracked and killed the mind-controlling monster.
