Surge
Black cats and crows were always seen as symbols of ill omen.
Their appearance was always accompanied by death.
Or matters related to death.
Similar legends existed among the common folk of Aetandin, but to Demon Hunters who often dealt with Aberrations, such legends were not vague fantasies—they were real.
Therefore, after the cat-transformed Upper Evil Spirit appeared.
Edson, Holruf, and the other Demon Hunters immediately became wary.
As for the cat-transformed Upper Evil Spirit calling out?
They had even seen stones speak. What was so strange about a cat?
Boom!
Amid the explosion, the Demon Hunters scattered to evade.
Dark green mist from the coffin instantly filled the surrounding area.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Amid the sound of the ground corroding, a figure swayed as it stood up within the mist.
The corpse had risen!
The Demon Hunters exchanged glances.
Then, they drew their respective weapons.
Edson, meanwhile, threw out a bottle of potion.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, a fierce gust rose.
Not only was the dark green mist blown away, but the figure within was revealed as well.
It looked like a mummified corpse.
It wore burial clothes.
"Miers"!
Or rather, the "Miers" arranged by that "Witch."
Looking at their former friend, hesitation flickered in the Demon Hunters' eyes, but only for a few seconds before it was replaced by resolve.
They would not forget their friendship.
Nor would they forget a Demon Hunter's duty.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Sloth had always believed that.
What could be better at dealing with Aberrations, Anomalies, and such things than Demon Hunters?
Even if that Aberration itself had once been a Demon Hunter.
"You bastard!"
"Do you know what you've done?"
With an angry rebuke, the cat-transformed Upper Evil Spirit ran back.
Compared to its previous fur,