The True Leader (4)

“Pft.” Busaba covered her mouth with her hand, concealing her laughter. “You’re so amusing, Samuel.”

Samuel gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. “Get ready.” He jumped off the ground, leaping toward Busaba.

“No, no.” Busaba raised her hand like the magician was casting the spell. “Rise, my beautiful comrade!” 

“Huh?” Samuel stopped abruptly.

The black creation that arose behind Busaba made him backtracked. He felt ominous about it. She had abundant powerful undead soldiers including that dead Nightwalker, however, this existence felt so much threatened compared to the rest.

He saw the black energy that rose into the air that slowly swirled ar