Cass watched as Lord Ridgewood and Fiona sliced through the beginnings of the horde like it was nothing. They were circling around Lady Ava who was holding onto the chest as if her life depended on it. Vespertine was shouting, trying to make sure that none of the undead got through but his magic wasn't strong enough to outright kill them. Only slicing through them got them down enough that Lady Ava could finish them off.
Lucian rushed in, huffing and puffing, pulling a sword out of his own magical pocket to slice and dice the undead. Cass couldn't see their faces, but he was glad that for the most part, these creatures didn't have blood that would splatter on everything.
All in all, the room that Cass found himself in was almost a mirror in size to the room that they had camped out in. It felt like they had gone from one mini boss to another, and Cass hoped that wasn't indicative of what the rest of the dungeon was going to be like.
