Zich's mana had been very low when he collapsed. The link should have snapped right away. There was no way for a summon to stick around without mana, not in any grimoire, not in any skill description, nowhere.
Yet here it was. Kneeling in the dust of a dead city. Pressing cloth on his wound. Watching the perimeter for enemies and refusing to disappear.
The first thing he did was check his mana points. As expected, they were still low... it was supposed to have run out by now.
Zich felt a light headache merely thinking about it.
He did not have the energy to feel touched by it. He did not even have the right words for it. What he felt was closer to irritation, not at the knight, but at the situation. At his own weakness. At the idea that he would have been dead by now if not for the mute undead knight.
"You shouldn't be here," Zich muttered.
The knight's glow did not change.
"You should have gone back to the graveyard."
"I had no mana. You had no reason to stay."
