Watching the brutal efficiency of the four undead, the soldiers were left dumbfounded once again.
Each wearing a different expression as they struggled to process what they were seeing.
They had thought they already understood how powerful the undead were after watching them tear through the beast tide. But what they were witnessing now was on another level.
Those creatures could withstand bullets, regenerate from severe injuries, and overwhelm trained police officers, yet the four undead servants moved through them with frightening precision.
Every strike was a kill.
A decapitation.
It was easy and effortless, making the previous struggle and tense atmosphere seem like a joke.
Many swallowed hard.
Many took a deep breath and exhaled through their nose.
And while the soldiers were still trying to wrap their heads around the difference in strength, the battle continued to rage throughout the street.
