White Olfolse smacked his lips a little.
Although the holy undead were surrounding him, they didn't display any signs of hostility.
No, it was as if they were studying him back instead.
He spotted three figures walking out among the mummies.
One of them was a young Dark Elf, while another was a slender man who didn't seem to be a combatant. The last one was a person kitted out in a set of white-coloured armour that covered him from his head to toe, with another person slung around on his back.
What a strange combination this was.
'That creature is the one that took over the castle?'
White thought to himself and quickly stopped being so laid-back.
This armoured individual was powerful; his instincts were warning him.
It was at that point White realised that the person currently being carried out by the unknown being was Ruppel, his son.
By the looks of things, this individual seemed to have rescued Ruppel. Which meant that, at the very least, the 'angel' wasn't an enemy.