"I feel much better than I ever have in the last hundred years." Onyx muttered as he flexed his fingers. He had undergone the transformation that freed him of the binds of Leon's necromancy, allowing him to become his own independent being.
Now, he stood at roughly two meters in height, still tall for an average human, and had fair skin. His horns had vanished, giving way for long black and gold hair that reached the middle of his back.
Leon stood to the side and watched with folded arms. He turned back to the rest of his army and passed his gaze over them. Now that Onyx was no longer part of them, there were multiple figures that stood at the peak of strength in this new army.
He ordered the figures to step forward and ten High A rank summons stepped forward. Among them, Hydrax was one of the summons with the most noticeable aura. The tentacles on his face constantly twitched as he awaited Leon's orders. However, Leon did not want to send them to the battlefield immediately.