Surge
Black cats and Crows were always considered 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 regularly dealt with Aberrations, such tales were not illusory—they were real.
Therefore, when the cat-transformed Upper Evil Spirit appeared.
Edson, Holruf, and the other Demon Hunters immediately became vigilant.
As for the cat-transformed Upper Evil Spirit's shout?
They had even seen stones speak. What was so strange about a cat?
Boom!
Amid the explosion, the Demon Hunters scattered out of the way.
Dark green mist from within the coffin instantly filled the surrounding area.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Amid the sound of the ground corroding, a figure swayed as it rose within the mist.
The corpse had risen!
The Demon Hunters exchanged glances.
Then, they drew their weapons.
Edson tossed out a vial of potion.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, a gust of wind swept through.
Not only was the dark green mist blown away, but the figure within was revealed.
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 flashed through the Demon Hunters' eyes, but only for a few seconds before it was replaced by resolve.
They would not forget the bond they had shared with their friend.
Nor would they forget a Demon Hunter's duty.
Leave professional matters to professionals.
That was what Sloth had always believed.
What could be better at dealing with Aberrations, Anomalies, and such things than Demon Hunters?
Even if that Aberration 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 with its