Eleanor rushed forward, wrapping her greatsword in flames. With an expression that was akin to the crackling of voracious fire, she swung her sword towards the zombie's neck, trying to disarm it before bashing its head.
However, the zombie sidestepped, avoiding the blow before extending its palm.
Eleanor felt her body crumple like paper. As soon as the palm collided with the side of her abdomen, she flew several meters before crashing into a nearby tree, shaking it violently to the point where all fruits fell to the soil beneath.
Arthur let out a laugh in his original voice, hurriedly covering his mouth. Luckily, it seemed like Eleanor hadn't noticed, since her attention was focused on the zombie. A single palm was enough to disturb her mental state.
'She's weaker than I expected,' thought the crimson-eyed man. 'Especially mentally.'
