Although unsure of how these peculiar skeletons came about, it was evident that they were not allied with Solin's faction.
As the saying goes, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend".
Perhaps the key to breaking the stalemate lay within these peculiar skeletons.
Solin's heart raced with astonishment as he witnessed the mutated skeletons approaching from a distance as if witnessing something unimaginable.
"How is this possible? These mutated skeletons have never ventured beyond the desert before. Why are they suddenly taking the initiative?
Could it be... that the disturbance happened at that very spot!? However, I've visited there previously, and everything appeared unchanged!"
As the mutated skeletons drew nearer, a sense of retreat crept into Solin's mind. He realized he was in an unfavorable position, trapped within the skeleton camp and separated from both the humans and the mutated skeletons.