Chapter 7
Clayton's face twisted with disbelief and fear. He rushed toward the small skeleton and examined it closely. But aside from the shattered bones, nothing else remained.
It made no sense. It was as if the skeleton had simply broken apart on its own, without any cause. Clayton scanned the area again, but found nothing suspicious. Even the floor beneath the skeleton was clean and flat—nothing that could have made it trip or fall.
A creeping unease settled in. Sensing something was off, Clayton raised his guard, cautiously looking around. But there was no one—no sign of spying eyes, no presence at all.
He stood frozen for a long time, panic and confusion swirling in his mind, before finally chanting a spell. A silvery-white magic circle appeared, and the small skeleton he knew so well rose once more.
The skeleton looked around, as if puzzled—sensing something strange in its surroundings.
Clayton observed closely, confirming it was the same skeleton that had just been destroyed.
Then he realized something important: he could only summon seven skeletons. And if one was destroyed and summoned again, it wasn't a new one—it was the same entity, revived.
Though it showed no signs of emotion, Clayton felt oddly reassured to know that his summons retained their memories, even after death.
He tried communicating with it, but after many failed attempts, he gave up. The skeleton offered no reaction—no voice, no response.
Reluctantly, he let it be. He was dying to know what had happened, but there was nothing more he could do.
Even so, the unease in his chest didn't fade. Maybe it was just paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.