Chapitre 190: Crimson Purification of the Undead

Stark stood his ground as the undead monsters closed in on him, their ghastly forms illuminated by the eerie blue fire of the skull torches. The mist twisted and turned around them, creating a surreal and ominous atmosphere in the corridor.

And when they got close enough… Stark was able to see all the undead monsters: skeletons with rusted armor and jagged swords, ghouls with decaying flesh and glowing red eyes, ghosts with pale figures, their mouths open as if ready to suck Stark's soul, and even a massive zombie with rotting limbs dragging behind it.

They moved in a slow but coordinated manner, their intention clear as they advanced towards Stark.

"GROAOR!"

"Klklkl…"

"Ooooou…"

They were taking slow steps, but the more they approached, the more Stark could see their disgusting bodies and faces.

And also… he noticed just how many of them there were.