Chapter: 870

With nothing else to do, he checked the new skill.

< [Stealth - Level 1] > (Passive)

[Level 1 - The shadows ever so slightly bend towards you, protecting you as one of their own.]

[Less chance of being detected.]

[Greater chance of noticing other stealthy beings.]

“Awesome. All I have to do is sit still and I get better.” He thought with a sly smile, knowing the same was true for his skeletons.

Jay relaxed under the bridge, yet even now there were knights stomping across it.

Many had left, exiting out the giant stone doors; it was more than enough to deal with the burst roots, and he guessed they were rushing up the numerous staircases, searching for whoever did this.

Some time later, after what seemed like hundreds of knights had passed over, the amount now running across the bridge slowed down a great deal, from a river to a trickle. The stragglers were making their way out.

“Seems like there’s some in every group.” Jay thought.

*Clonk ~ clank ~ clang-ring ~*

Suddenly, a rusted metal sword fell; dropped by a clumsy charging knight, it rang as it skittered across the stone floor.

The sword caught Jay’s eye as it landed just on the edge of the moat; the blade hanging over the edge. Meanwhile, its owner was half-way over the bridge, having too much momentum to slow down.

“Fuck.”

Jay immediately clenched his jaw as his eyes widened.

Looking up through the thumb-sized holes, Jay saw the knight slow down on the bridge, and turned to walk back, fetching its sword.

Jay watched on in horror as his mind raced. All the calmness he had cultivated disappeared in mere seconds.

“It might see us when it bends down… What do I do... What can we do…”


Jay and three skeletons, Red, Lamp and Sweeper, had remained undetected as they huddled under the metal bridge.

Numerous knights had marched over, and Jay had lost count at some point. He guessed there were hundreds.

His plan was to wait here until all the knights left, and now there were some stragglers slowly filtering out of the complex.

Over time, he had calmed himself and became used to the stress of hiding under the enemy’s nose. However, a clumsy straggler had dropped its sword, which was now teetering on the edge of the bridge.

Its rusted blade gleamed in the lights above. It was like a searchlight spotting them out.

The clumsy knight walked back across the bridge.

(Sweeper, you’re the closest. If it looks at as, grab it.)