Going with the flow of the dungeon, I ended up inside the keep surrounded by undead. If my White Mage ability was at its full, I wouldn’t be worried at all. I felt confident I could take care of all of the undead with ease. Unfortunately, I couldn’t use any external abilities, so I would have to fight the undead hand to hand. I could use a few abilities, but nothing like Sanctify Land, Holy Circle, or Stun Undead. I had some Waters of Life, which may cause damage, but it had more important uses than hurting a few undead.

As I realized I was scoping the place out and strategizing just how I could fight my way out of here, I quickly lowered my head. I was supposed to be here pretending I was some guy named Drakus. I would have put on his clothing, but it had turned to dust when he died. I only knew him as a skeleton, but he seemed like a nice enough guy.

“The commander will see you now.” A skeleton soldier said in a gravelly voice and then saluted.

I returned the salute, and then followed after him. He led me deeper into the keep, and the more turns I made, the less confident I was that I’d be able to escape on my own. At the very least, they wouldn’t be able to all come at me at once in here. Honestly, I was more scared of the wide-open areas. The keep felt much more like a dungeon. It was harder to snipe someone from hiding while in these tight quarters.

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Eventually I was brought into a room that had a large table and a map spread out on it. It was marked with various blue and red pieces. If I had to guess, the red pieces were the demons and the blue pieces were the undead. A quick look at the central castle showed that the red held it, so that all but proved my assessment. I did a salute to the completely unfamiliar skeleton who was wearing a slightly nicer uniform than I had seen Drakus wear.

I didn’t want to seem ignorant, but I had a problem telling the difference between skeletons here. Other than his outfit, he looked like every other one I had seen. There were some differences though. Not every undead was a skeleton. Just like in Mina’s Dungeon, I noticed all kinds of undead, many also containing flesh. It seems like the skeletons tended to be in charge. Maybe it had to do with their manner of deaths or something.

“Drakus. What news do you bring?” The commander asked as I stood there staring at him in salute.

“Ah… yes, a message.” I brought out the message that I had managed to deliver.

The general took and unfurled it. I had, of course, already skimmed the entire message and knew the contents. The problem was that it appeared to be a code that I couldn’t read. It seemed like the commander knew how to read that code, as his teeth chattered as his eye lights scrolled down the message.

“T-three months!” He cried out.

“What happens in three months?” I asked, not sure if asking that made it sound like it was outside my station.

“In three months, it will be too late. In three months, their formation will be complete, and the land of man will fall to darkness for eternity!”