His soul felt covered. Protected, like there was an additional layer surrounding the connections between himself and his undead.
Michael couldn't properly identify what it was, but it was probably the special protection of this trial.
After all, when the explosions killed his undead, he didn't receive a soul backlash.
Normally, the sudden destruction of multiple powerful undead should have produced at least some disturbance through their connection. Here, there was none.
Combined with the Origin Battlefield's earlier message…
[Death and damages done in this match will be void after it ends.]
Michael understood. His undead weren't truly being permanently destroyed. At least, their loss here wouldn't follow him outside.
Michael's eyes became cold.
"Fine."
His hesitation disappeared.
He pointed toward the center of the battlefield. The wounded undead reacted at once.
Michael's voice dropped.
"Explode."
