During the silent standoff, Catherine hurried to Anbi's side to check the little girl's injuries.
Melard kept as far from the grease-oozing meatball as possible, worrying that a similar fate might await him.
Tang Qi, meanwhile, frantically signaled Gravel with his eyes, urging the dwarf closer so he could come to the rescue at the first sign of danger—
Everyone had witnessed this paladin's power.
Although the radiance attached to [Supreme Holy Slash] was especially effective only against undead, stripping the Zombie Meatball of its original toughness and allowing it to be cleaved in two.
Even against ordinary creatures, its power was nothing to scoff at.
Tang Qi still didn't think his scrawny body could withstand her slash.
Gravel didn't understand what Tang Qi wanted.
After all, from his perspective, Tang Qi had been talking to himself the entire time—
No one but him could hear Dawn's thoughts.
Still, Gravel instinctively chose to trust him. Raising his shield and keeping a wary eye on the headless "living corpse," he couldn't help muttering:
"Damn it. This guy's ridiculously weak, but I'm actually starting to buy into his leadership..."
"There was nothing unusual about the magic circle. Someone who had never seen it shouldn't have understood its principles or purpose. There wasn't any trace of my presence left on the broken sword, either.
"To make this Necromancer seem more desperate, I even kept calling to him through my soul...
"Was my story not convincing enough?"
Dawn believed she had done everything within her power. She simply couldn't understand where she had slipped up.
And to buy some time and let Gravel recover a little strength, Tang Qi didn't mind explaining a bit more:
"Before I entered the tomb, you told me how to interrupt the 'False God's' resurrection—
"Summon your soul and