A Knight, A Mage, and An Archer.
These were the three Undead that Ater summoned, and this seemed like a basic maneuver on his part—one that he didn't need prep time for.
However, that assumption would be false.
'I had to merge all the Undead in my arsenal and divide them into three… just so they stood a chance against her.' Ater thought to himself, a false front of confidence still being displayed to fool the opponent.
'I have nothing left in stock, but if I didn't do this, then they wouldn't stand a chance at all.'
Merging his Undead and then splitting them took time, which was why he engaged in that pointless discourse with Fae.
It was pointless… but not untrue.
'Time is slowly running out. I have tried my best not to be impatient, since all the conditions are perfect this time around. But… with The Oracle's warning to Rey, and even this Fairy's instinctive animosity towards me, it's only a matter of time before this World is fully aware of what I am.'
