An eerie silence settled over the area. Several moments passed without the slightest movement, as if no one else was there at all.
Clayton, who had sensed something was off from the start, remained still, waiting. His eyes scanned the surroundings carefully. Finding nothing suspicious, he turned to leave.
Just then—
Swoosh!
A blade of sword aura shot toward him at high speed.
Clayton, already mid-turn, didn't see it coming. Just as the energy was about to hit, two figures burst from the bushes, attacking him from behind. Their blades sliced through the air toward his neck, full of murderous intent.
Their faces were twisted with hatred and grim resolve.
Clang!
A sharp metallic clash rang out.
Two of Clayton's mini skeletons had leapt forward, blocking the attack with a pitchfork and a hoe. The attackers froze in shock.
Meanwhile, Clayton—who should have been struck by the sword aura—evaded it as though he had eyes in the back of his head.
