The two of them kept retreating, their backs nearing the open gates. The undead remained eerily still, but their synchronized focus never wavered, like statues frozen in a macabre display, waiting for some unseen command.
Just as they passed through the gate's threshold, the undead's heads tilted in perfect unison once more, this time toward the city center. A low, rumbling growl echoed in the distance, reverberating through the corrupted streets and causing a shiver to run down their spines.
"What... was that?" Elara murmured, her voice barely audible over the distant growl. She swallowed hard, her grip tightening around her weapon.
Arpious frowned, her golden eyes narrowing as she turned away from the undead. "We've stirred something. We need a new plan."
