A group of purebred undead who were still running suddenly stopped because they found that the huge creature had a new target and was no longer chasing them.
"Who is that little kid? Why haven't I seen her before?" A battered and exhausted undead teenager asked his companions.
"I've never seen her before either, but she looks like a low-level undead." Another undead teenager shook his head. He was also covered in wounds.
"Low-level undead? What a joke. How can a low-level undead come to the Forest of Death?" An undead girl came over with the help of her companions, her face full of disbelief.
