As night fell, the ribs of the skeleton dog had several more bones shimmering with a metallic luster.
Its power was already enough to rub ordinary skeleton soldiers into the ground.
It didn't continue its activities in the wild but focused on searching for bones, focused on becoming stronger.
It believed that as long as it became strong enough, that person would surely be willing to accept it.
Because it itself disliked subordinates who couldn't hunt or fight.
So it didn't take in a single skeleton dog, as it itself felt those skeleton dogs were too weak.
It discovered a skeleton king wearing a cloak and wielding a scythe, swaggering through the streets with several skeleton soldiers also wielding scythes.
It quietly followed along, not in any rush.
For now, it found it liked the daytime; the feeling of basking in sunlight was really wonderful.
During the day, it felt more energetic, more powerful.
