I watched my subordinate clash with the faceless beast. Watching them from afar made me realize. How strong my subordinates had become. I clenched my fleshless hands into a fist, frustrated by my inability to stay weak. I kept calling myself weak and useless and blamed the God who probably sent me into this world as a weak undead.
The subordinates that I was with fought with their might and equaled the monster chasing us. Where have I been wrong? My aids grew stronger while I was still the same. Such an embarrassing thing for the one who is supposed to be a master.
“I had enough of this!” I yelled with might causing me to aim at the monster with my palm.
“Flameshot!”
Using my only offensive skill against the beast was the only thing I could do in this situation. An artill
