The forest was quiet again.
Smoke drifted lazily into the night sky as the last of the Blood Fang camp burned down to blackened wood and ash. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, thick and metallic.
Aiden stood alone on a flat rock overlooking the ruined camp.
"Status," he muttered.
A transparent screen appeared before his eyes.
[Name: Aiden (Level: 17)]
Class: Necromancer (Death God — Locked)
Basic-Grade Summon: 12
Bronze-Grade Summon: 7
Iron-Grade Summon: 0
Silver-Grade Summon: 0
Gold-Grade Summon: 0
Legendary-Grade Summon: 0
Mythical-Grade Summon: 0
Summon Slot Available: 19/31
Active Skills: Lord of the Dead, Bone Shield, Bone Spear, Undead Reinforcement, Undead Sight, Possession Command, Fear Pulse, Bone Armor
Passive Skills: Mana Channeling, Necrotic Sustain
Skill Points: 4]
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Level 17.
Seven Bronze-grade undead.
And still room to grow.
He closed the screen with a thought.
