Survival

"Those undead are no joke… Don't make any unnecessary movements. Even if they're under control by their Summoner, powerful beings like that have a little freedom with their actions." Steins warned his team.

The others could only gasp and nod silently.

To be honest, even Steins stared in disbelief as these guardians of the netherworld took their silent vigil. Although he was a strong Mystic Arts Practitioner and could probably flee from these beings, he wouldn't even want to try and act mighty.

The air grew colder, the very essence of the ancient ruins seeping into the surroundings...

At this time, Vale simply ignored Steins and the others.

After spreading his Magic Zone again and confirming that there are no signs of Time Manipulators around, he approached the Golden Key…

Vale also glanced at the trio of undead looming like sentinels. He was satisfied with the threat they posed to whoever would try to disturb him at this moment.