Otis had been running for ten minutes nonstop. This was not because he had no other choice than to run… no, certainly not.
However, he couldn't stop running because he had not found the perfect setting to execute his plan.
As expected, the herd of Undead Creatures followed him mindlessly. As far they were concerned, they just wanted pieces and bites of his flesh and nothing more.
Otis continued to run until he came upon an alleyway. This alley was so narrow that it could barely manage three to four people at a time.
'Perfect!' Otis exclaimed in his heart as he ran into the alleyway and waited for his mindless pursuers.
Because he was faster than them, he had some free minutes to catch his breath before they reached the alley.
A few minutes later, the growls became more audible to his ears. He listened and with his right arm abducted from his body, his sword materialised with white particles into his hand.