The spectral figure knelt without making the slightest sound.
Dennise, immersed in her book, noticed nothing at all.
It gnashed its teeth uncontrollably as it watched the most exciting part in the book.
“Deserves to die! Such a guy really deserves to die!”
It was a soliloquy, entirely engrossed in the world of the book.
However, the two kneeling ‘Battlefield Undead’ simultaneously bowed their heads and placed their broken swords upon their chests, as if receiving orders like knights, and then vanished behind Dennise.
“Why has the vision from the ‘Battlefield Undead’ disappeared?”
Little Reed bowed and left.
Watching Reed leave, Jason couldn’t help but look towards Gerard.
Gerard shook his head with a smile,
“It’s alright, I’m here.”