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The undead rushed toward them, their movements frantic, their growls feral.

GRR… GRR…

The sound of bones rattling and flesh squelching filled the air as they closed in.

Ezekiel exhaled, gripping his greatsword tighter. Freya did the same.

There was no time for hesitation.

They had to hold the line.

As the horde reached them, Ezekiel muttered under his breath:

"Don't die."

Freya's grip on her blades tightened. Her gaze was sharp, unwavering.

"I won't."

And then...

The undead were right on top of them.

Ezekiel moved first.

He stepped forward, planting his feet firmly into the ground.

With a powerful swing, his greatsword carved through the air and smashed into a charging skeleton.

CRACK!

Bones splintered and shattered, the undead collapsing into a pile of dust.