On the second floor of the dungeon, the sound of metal clashing reverberated throughout the area. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the groans of the undead. Sect Master Kaelar and his five elders were in the midst of a fierce battle, fighting against a horde of zombie warriors and skeleton warriors.
Kaelar's sword flickered in the dim light as he cut down the undead with ease. His fellow elders fought alongside him, their swords flashing as they took down the enemy one by one.
As Kaelar fought, he called out instructions to his companions. "Elders, watch your backs! They're coming from all directions!" he shouted, dodging a strike from a zombie warrior.
The five elders nodded in response, their eyes focused on the enemy. They were all highly skilled swordsmen, each with their own unique style. One of them, Elder Shiro, fought with swift and precise movements, his sword flashing in the air as he took down the undead.
