The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

I put on the knight commander's mithril armor. At my waist hung swords that practically screamed of their exceptional quality.

Clink.

With every step, the scabbards clashed, creating a clear, resonant sound. These were the finest blades I had selected from the dozens of masterpieces scattered on the ground. It felt wrong to leave with only swords, and I also strapped a black spear with a masterfully crafted shaft and blade to my back. In both hands, I carried staffs that could double as blunt weapons if necessary.

The end of a staff struck the ground with a dull echo.

Thud.

I didn't stop walking. All around me lay countless remains, a sea of shattered bones scattered among the freshly fallen corpses.

Which would she prefer? The long-dead remains or the fresh corpses?

There was no answer because Gith-Za-Rai had been torn in half. I absorbed her essence and left her corpse amidst the sea of corpses. The necromancer who spoke of binding and stripping the world down to bones had perished. Now, fragments of her were transplanted into my skull.

Each time I used the essence absorption ability, I would be reminded of the debt I owed her.

I continued climbing out of the pit. The slope was steep, but it wasn't challenging. My Agility and Strength had already surpassed sixty. At this point, even a steep incline barely registered as an obstacle.

The real question is, where should I go?