Since he clearly wasn't interested in my help, I decided to return the favor—I ignored his existence entirely.
Let him sulk, bleed, or glare. I didn't care.
Instead, I focused on what truly mattered: slaughtering the undead.
Dissonance sang in my hand, its melody resonant and pure. Each note it released rippled through the air, its voice so melodic and crisp that it altered the very environment.
The temperature dropped.
The battlefield grew colder with every swing of my blade, a thin layer of frost spreading like a storm of ice-kissed death.
The skeletons—bound by the Undead Lord's will—shuddered, their bones rattling violently as the chill took hold. And then, a moment later, they shattered in unison.
——[ +300 Points ]——
——[ +400 Points ]——
The notifications chimed with satisfying rhythm, like applause after a song.
But death here never came cheaply.
