"What is it? Is it monsters?" I asked.
"Yeah. To be more exact, those are undead. The undead in this region possess dense ice mana that strengthens them further, but that's not the greatest concern. Look," The man motioned with his head.
I followed his gaze and saw that the corpses of the frost giants started to get enveloped by a dense mana of ice and death.
"T-They are turning into undead...?" I uttered in disbelief.
How? I know that it's irregular for that number of undead to exist here, so all of the creatures that die here will turn into an undead?
"I guess this is the reason why it's called the deadly magical forest of the north, huh? You all! Gather the corpses to me before they turn into real undead, the rest of you make a defensive formation!" The man shouted. This is supposed to be something life-threatening, but his expression doesn't seem to change. It's disturbing how he remains using his hood that covers the upper part of his face, but that's not something
