Blue flames erupted behind him, the light blazing in the eyes of the stunned Warriors. From the fires, sixteen Skeleton Soldiers rose, wearing the spoils of the Depths of the Drowned.
The Warriors took a collective step back, disbelief sucking the color of their faces.
"S-Skeletons?" Jorin swallowed hard, gripping his axe tighter. "And... in armor?"
"They are not as strong as they look," Percival lied smoothly. In truth, with the equipment upgrade and his tactics training, his Skeletons were likely stronger than any unawakened human.
But strength wasn't what he was testing.
"Kekekeke!" Jorin laughed with excitement. "The crown refuses to give us monsters to train. But here comes the Hero once again! Rebel to the crown and loyal to the people!"
The Warriors cheered, raising their blades.
Jorin pointed to the confused Skeletons. "Warriors! Let us show these burning bones the power of muscle and grit!"
The Warriors cheered again.
