Without anyone saying a word, Cyrus could easily recognize the power of the three strongest undead puppets in his undead army. Kalos, Gin, and Aldora were the only undead generals in his army since only three of them possessed enough strength to rival other gold realm masters. This time Derik wasn't drawing strength from the random souls he has consumed over the years! Cyrus was even more shocked when he realized how serious Derik had chosen to take this battle.
But in the end, Cyrus couldn't blame him. Having someone counter his death magic which should be absolute, not once, not twice but three times now was a major attack on his pride as the representation of death in this world.
"I understand how you feel bro… Even I feel hurt by the fact that this ancient crap is able to dispel your death magic faster than I ever could… so you don't have to worry… we are in this together!" Cyrus' eyes lit up with power while he spoke.