Orlina silently observed the fifteen corpses before her. Not long ago, they were still standing in the castle hall, full of hope, looking up to her, hoping she could lead them to safety.
"Miss, we can't stay here for too long," a Silver Rank knight, holding a heavily stained heavy sword, came to Orlina's side, pointing to the outer periphery of the group.
"I know." Orlina lifted her head to see a Bronze Tier 2 knight wielding a long spear, smashing the skulls of several skeleton soldiers. Another knight was holding a hammer, exploding the brain of a ghoul...
On the fringes of the group, within their visible range, clumsy skeletons and sluggish undead continuously emerged from the grey fog. The low-rise houses on the sides of the roads had ghouls occasionally leaping off their roofs, pouncing on them.
Because these undead were too weak, the knights were killing wave after wave of them, but these low-level undead kept popping up endlessly, their numbers seemingly infinite.