Chapter 110: My Name Is Wesley Looske

William, who had been racing Roger to the shore, skidded to a halt. It wasn't just him. Everyone stared, stunned, at the ranks of Skeleton Soldiers that had appeared on the riverbank without a sound. They wore black armor that seemed to swallow all light, with nothing beneath but bare white bones. Ghost-blue flames flickered in their eye sockets, firefly-faint and chilling to the marrow. A murderous aura surged from them, so dense it was almost tangible. The air seemed to curdle, and people struggled...