Chapter 103: A King and his General (16)
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It was a wordless requiem.
The earth trembled slightly each time Barbatos took a light step on the grass. 5,000 monsters had intentionally matched their footsteps with Barbatos’ perfectly. Despite being unable to let out a loud roar because they were going for a surprise attack, they were declaring to their lord that they were going to win by matching their footsteps with hers.
Barbatos smiled.
“My lovely kids.”
She wasn’t originally a necromancer. She was a warrior. She relied on her weapon as she dove into the fray. She was strong. She survived until the very end as her comrades and subordinates died around her. Before long, all of her comrades that had sworn to fight with her forever had died and she was the last one left standing.
At that point, Barbatos struggled desperately to bring back her comrades.
She interacted with magic for the first time in her life. She had no talent, so she experienced failure after failure. Additionally, necromancy is an incredibly complicated form of magic and is rare in both the demon and human worlds. Despite this, Barbatos didn’t give up. She didn’t give up because she believed it was worth it for her comrades to continue living. They were too blinding, powerful, and beautiful to die for some pitiful reason―like getting hit by a stray arrow on the battlefield, sacrificing themselves for their comrades, and dying due to a foolish order.
Thus, she decided to make them breathe forever herself.