The two remaining zombies trembled as they stared at the mage before them, their instincts screamed at them to lunge forward, to sink their teeth into him, to obey the primal urge that drove all lower-level zombies toward the living.
But unlike mindless undead, these two had evolved beyond mere hunger, at higher realms, certain zombies awakened consciousness and intelligence and with it, the fear of true death.
Unlike their lower-tier counterparts, who threw themselves at prey without hesitation, these two understood that if they fell here, there would be no coming back, this was the difference between them and the normal undead skeletons that embrace with faith.
Yet, hesitation would not save them, as Brandon had no intention of waiting.
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