Striking down upon Milo at full force were multiple, particularly nasty-looking undeads, amongst those who specialised in certain elements or techniques, there were naturally multiple levels to them, there were those with a natural affinity for it, those who learned sorcery to wield a particular element, and then there were those with innate talent on top of that, which was where most elite-level undeads fell, but above that, there were those who not only possessed the means to go far, but whose corpses were also specifically suited.
And it was those that were chipping away at the living's golden mana with full prejudice, corpses burnt to the point of resembling charcoal, that hardened flesh moving as underneath laid nearly liquid rot that popped and churned under the effects of the heat coming from within as they unleashed constant streams of Loimosfire.
