Having been all ears for outside movement, Char heaved a sigh of relief once he was certain the Undead had finally left.
There were so many of them; to say they blotted out the sky might be an exaggeration, yet their number was certainly not small, with over a hundred perishing at the hands of him and Clover Mantis, Star Worm.
Adding in the Undead that didn't die, such a number could already be considered a small-scale Undead uprising.
Faced with what seemed like an endless horde in a relentless pursuit, even if these Undead were not very strong, the pressure on him was immense.
'Is it because I carry the Natural Seal, and have Betty and Auson, these two fairies, by my side?'
After confirming safety, Char couldn't help but think.
Just now, the reaction of the Undead was too extreme, taking a persist-until-death approach towards them.
Why didn't the Undead react when other creatures approached their resting grounds, yet they were startled the moment he drew near?