Oh my god, how could there be undead on the Arsen continent?

The dwarf ruler decided not to stand idly by and joined the battle. It was said that these creatures had limitless stamina and relied heavily on their weapons. Engaging them in a prolonged fight would be disadvantageous. The only option was to overpower and kill it swiftly.

Meanwhile, Drake, hiding within the city, didn't dare move. He feared the Soul Hunter would abandon the fight and come after him.

Drake sneaked into an alley, emerging from the ground. If he stayed underground any longer, his Mana Points would deplete before the battle outside ended.

He opened the Alliance chat group, finding it eerily silent. No one seemed concerned about his safety.

"What a bunch of cold-hearted bastards," Drake muttered. He realized that the so-called mutual aid and survival were lies; only self-interest was real.

Drake could only hope the three dwarves outside could kill the Soul Hunter. Otherwise, he was doomed.