The power of the Undead Army

The hobgoblin Shaman watched the three Monarch levels retreating into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief. He completely abandoned any hope of seizing the Godhead, dragging his heavily injured body and leading the hobgoblins away.

Initially, he had only harbored a glimmer of hope. Who would have thought that the snowy mountain not only truly had a Godhead but also caused such a massive commotion?

This attracted the attention of all the Monarch levels, leaving the hobgoblin Shaman utterly hopeless.

The hobgoblin Shaman and his hobgoblins staggered away, while Lucian and the vampires also flew off, following Count Nocturne.

Lucian was curious to see how Alex dared to snatch the Godhead right under the noses of three Monarch levels.

How could she, a mere Commanding level, possibly keep the Godhead?