The undead slaves have a life core in their bodies. If it breaks or gets taken out of their bodies, they die. If their life orbs get damaged, their strength decreases.
The life core was their only weakness!
"Recall," Elliot uttered the keyword to store them into the Unread King's requiem.
The seven undead shades vanished from the room in a puff of black smoke.
He then unlocked the door, yawned, and moved towards the bed, planning to take a nap. He was too tired and wanted to reward himself with a good night of rest. He will do everything else later.
Though the moment he fell asleep, a few notifications rang in his mind, startling him awake!
Elliot sat up and read the notifications that has popped up in his mind.
<The Champion has completed the Trial by proving you are the Best>
<Lower Portion of the Challenger Key Obtained>
<I have stored it in your inventory>
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