At the center of the ruined clearing, where the forty meter titan had stood, Lily's small humanoid form knelt in a shallow pit of compressed earth. Her body was damaged, wounds visible across her frame.
But she was "alive."
Michael exhaled a breath he had been holding without fully realizing it.
"…You made it."
Michael was about to fly over to Lily when a surge of energy filled him.
He stopped mid-motion.
He understood immediately what was happening. This was the feedback from his undead advancing in rank.
Michael let himself settle into the experience.
He didn't know whether it was because Lily was now a Rank 4 undead, crossing a rank he himself had not yet reached, or whether it was something specific to her nature that made the quality of the feedback this dense.
