Iry dragged the corpses of the four ghost wolves back to the spring.
The undead teenagers who were originally scattered around the spring suddenly stood orderly at the edge of the spring. Each and every one of their faces was ashen as they lowered their heads and remained silent.
"What's wrong with you?" Iry looked doubtfully at his companions who were acting strangely, his mind full of questions.
Just as Iry asked the question, a tall figure slowly came out from behind a boulder. His gray skin set off his resolute facial features. He was an elderly high-level undead.
When Iry saw the other party's appearance, his expression suddenly changed. He immediately put down the rope tied to the corpses and stood rooted on the spot.
"Mentor Kehr!" Iry looked at the sudden arrival of the high-level undead in shock.
