John's thoughts raced. "Undead? Is he talking about skeletons and zombies? Like the ones in manga and anime?" The notion was unsettling, yet strangely intriguing, considering they were now living through a scenario straight out of fantasy.
Gritting his teeth slightly, John managed to regain his composure. He inquired with a firm tone, "What about the adventurers in this village? Have you sought their assistance?"
The guard responded, his words tinged with urgency. "We've already informed the guild. They should be arriving soon. But our village lacks a substantial number of adventurers and guards, so we're in dire need of help. Please, heroes, lend us your strength." His plea was accompanied by a respectful bow.
John's mind raced with worry. "This is bad," he thought. "Not only have we never faced monsters before, but we'll be going up against an entire undead army."
