Old Man James's eyes widened, a look of utter disbelief on his face, as he watched the goblins he had just slain rise to their feet, their bodies riddled with unhealed wounds. "What in the…?" he muttered, his voice trailing off as he stared at the gruesome sight.
Kendrick and Roger stood beside him, their swords hanging loosely in their hands. Roger's jaw went slack, and he blinked as if to clear his vision, while Kendrick's face contorted in a mix of horror and confusion. They had just defeated the goblin horde, only to have them stand up again, faster and more menacing than before.
Without a word, the three men moved forward, instinctively running to join Ragnar and Noah, who were still fighting fiercely. They couldn't leave their friends to face this new, terrifying threat alone.
"Stay back!" Ragnar yelled, his voice laced with urgency as he sliced through another undead goblin.
"Don't come any closer!" Noah's voice was just as sharp as he parried a clawed attack.
