Shinon and Lova moved with silent precision, their bodies melding with the shadows as they navigated through the dilapidated corridors of the building. The putrid stench of decay hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint hum of the insectoids' wings.
Their objective was clear—to set the building ablaze and rid it of the abominations that infested its halls.
As they reached a secluded corner, Shinon signalled Lova to halt. They crouched low, peering around the corner to assess the situation ahead.
The room before them was a hive of insectoid activity, their chittering echoes bouncing off the walls. A swarm of zombies shuffled mindlessly, their milky eyes devoid of life.
"We need to split up," Shinon whispered, his gaze fixed on Lova. "We can cover more ground that way. Be careful, though."
Lova's grip tightened on her flaming machete. "I'll be fine, Shinon. Just make sure to meet back here once we've dealt with our targets."
