[Present Time]
Looking at the silver haired, deep blue eyed young man, Cressida's heart almost leaped out from her chest.
She staggered backward, and her face turned ashen with pure terror. While she was trembling in fear, the men from the Slave Trade Guild stared at him with narrowed, wary eyes.
They merely looked at him for a moment before their gazes shifted to the eight undead servants approaching from both sides.
"Are they all undead servants?" one of them asked with a shaky, trembling voice.
No one responded to the question, as their expressions had already turned grim and grim. Two undead servants armed with Bronze Grade weapons had already been a tough nut to crack.
And now eight more had appeared from the shadows.
How could this be possible?
Slowly, fear crept down their spines, and their eyes became listless and hollow. Their palms turned sweaty, and many wanted to retreat, but all their escape routes had been completely blocked by the surrounding undead.
