I pointed my sword at one of them, close enough that the blade nearly brushed against his chest. But he didn't flinch, didn't move an inch. It was like they weren't even human—just a silent, immovable wall.
It was clear now that if we wanted to get through, we'd have to use force. Yet, when I looked into his eyes, something flickered, a trace of humanity peeking through. I sighed and lowered my sword. It looked like killing them wasn't an option. Slaughtering innocents wasn't our style.
"So... are we forcing our way in or not?" one of my companions asked, impatience creeping into his voice.
"No. That's not an option," I replied firmly. "Their eyes may be vacant, but that doesn't mean they're evil."
"But then, how are we supposed to get past them?"
