The sharp sound of footsteps echoed through the underground chamber as a group of people rushed toward Clayton.
From a distance, Clayton had been watching them advance with ravenous eyes, and the sight made him deeply uneasy. To make matters worse, the ground kept trembling, leaving him momentarily unsure of how to act.
Realizing he couldn't just stand there, Clayton swiftly dodged a barrage of strikes aimed at him. Luckily, he was well-accustomed to evasion and managed to slip away unharmed. Even so, his movements began to slow, and the gap between him and his pursuers closed quickly. Before he knew it, three figures were already dangerously close.
Seeing this, Clayton quickly pushed aside unnecessary thoughts and ordered his skeletal minions to move in while he carefully reached into his spatial pouch. The three attackers paid no attention to his actions, confident that a mere three-star mage apprentice like him could be easily slain.
