It wasn't until Michael was surrounded by a large group of undead that he finally stopped.
With his now abundant mana pool, summoning and dismissing Rank 1 creatures back and forth felt almost effortless—like a walk in the park.
Michael didn't know why but when the moment came to finally evolve himself, he found his mind clouded with thoughts, his emotions shifting rapidly.
Anticipation.
Excitement.
Doubt.
Fear.
Caution—almost to the point of paranoia.
It was that last one that compelled him to summon so many undead to guard him, even though Spartan, Lucky, and Prince alone were more than enough for protection.
The rest were just numbers—useful, but ultimately insignificant in the face of true threats.
Still, his caution wasn't without reason.
He didn't expect anything to go wrong… but if something did, especially during a process as critical and unknown as evolution, the consequences could be disastrous.
This was his first time.
