The crimson gem adorning the top of the Bone Staff glowed ominously, emanating a faint, sinister light.

That light cascaded downward, settling delicately over the undead horde below.

‘So that’s it.’

The Black Dragon narrowed his eyes.

It was clear now—this artifact was what empowered and controlled the undead.

It explained why these mindless creatures, driven only by their instincts for slaughter, were now employing complex strategies.

“All Ragnar forces, battle positions. Maintain vigilance on the flanks and rear!”

The Black Dragon’s calm yet firm order echoed through the troops.

This wasn’t just about the undead.

The more pressing concern …