The first thing Michael did was give a simple command.
"Prince. Dome."
Immediately, the massive wolf nodded in acknowledgment and slammed his forelegs into the ground. Thick vines erupted from the earth, twisting and weaving together at blinding speed until a large, enclosed dome formed over the clearing—hiding Michael and the ninety-plus undead surrounding him.
He didn't do this for secrecy.
He did it because he knew what was coming.
At present, Michael had 104 contracted undead.
Eleven remained stationed in Aurora, guarding his family's home.
Three more—Prince, Lucky, and Gale—stood apart.
And the rest?
Ninety strong.
All gathered here.
All ready to evolve.
Spartan, who had once occupied a contract slot, no longer did. His situation was… different now.
Michael inhaled slowly.
Then he did something he had never attempted before.
He evolved them all—at once.
The decision came from both necessity and impatience.
