One Demon, Two-Hundred-And-One Undead

By the time Geminae had reached out to Alex, and the latter woke up from his dreams, the demon had already taken complete control of the body, and an all-out fight had devolved between him and the army of undead surrounding him.

David controlled his army like a general from the back line, where he felt the least threatened.

He wasn't scared of dying, but he knew one thing for sure. If his life became in immediate danger, he would no longer hesitate to kill the demon.

That meant killing Alexander.

And that was the last thing he wanted.

'Come on, man. I won't be able to hold back for long. If you don't wake up, I'll have to kill you. Don't make me do this…' David thought.

Meanwhile, the demon was having the time of his life.

Up to now, everything he had attacked or fought barely posed him a threat. And these undead were no different at first.