With the sounds of approaching undead growing louder, Lucas turned to his group. "Get ready, everyone. We're about to face a new wave of enemies, and they won't be as easy to deal with as that bird. Stay alert and watch each other's backs."
The group nodded, their expressions reflecting a mix of determination and fear. They had come a long way, facing numerous challenges together, and they knew they had to rely on their teamwork and individual strengths to survive.
Three undead birds came out of the hole while pushing each other while flying, Lucas couldn't help but feel uneasy.
The birds that came together were three in numbers and getting one of them was tough enough in the air the first time.
"Uncle John, think you can get one from here?" Lucas asked pleadingly while looking at Uncle John.
