The prediction was not wrong

"What are you…"

Seeing the thick wisps of nether obeying Liam as if he was their Emperor, Kouske trembled. He was also a necromancer just like Liam, but they couldn't even be compared on the same page.

How the hell was he so strong? Kouske looked at the man in front of him dumbfoundedly. 

Their leader's prediction had gone wrong. Their group had died, and now they were under the threat of complete annihilation? 

They had the winning card. Shouldn't they be winning right now? How did everything go wrong? He did not even know what to do next.

They had attacked from a position of strength, but how were they supposed to prepare for a Level 50 player fighting equally with a Level 80 monster?

More importantly… their big brother's prediction went wrong? This was impossible!

However, just as the thin man trembled pondering if they really had no other choice except to surrender here… suddenly, something felt off.