His mana recovery was smoother now, flowing through his body like a calm river. At the same time, the strength of his undead had clearly improved. Their bones were harder, their movements more stable.
It was exactly what he needed.
His gaze drifted across the street.
Bodies were scattered everywhere now.
Civilians.
Warriors.
Blood slowly crept through the cracks of the stone road.
A man screamed as he tried to crawl away with a wounded leg. A skeleton stepped forward and stabbed its sword into the man's back without hesitation.
Aiden didn't even blink.
He had already seen scenes like this countless times.
In his previous life, he spent years playing a virtual reality game. One where the line between the game and reality no longer existed.
And in that game… he was never the hero.
He was the villain.
A real one.
