Chaloem's robes billowed around him, with the Ki he was channeling around him. It was a stark contrast to the grim aftermath of the battle, stained with the remnants of blood and gore from the defeated undead foes.
'That looked cool…' Shane commented in his mind.
The monk's staff, a weapon of both defense and offense, bore the signs of battle. Its surface was marred with scratches and scuff marks from the clashes with the Crypt Crawler Zombies. Yet, despite the visible signs of combat, Chaloem wasn't heavily breathing as if the battle was just a walk in the park.
Surrounded by the corpses of the defeated zombies, Chaloem exuded a sense of quiet power and inner peace. He, indeed, had the nature of both a warrior and a monk…
Shane wanted to start looting immediately after seeing the number of corpses around. Crypt Crawler Zombies had given him plenty of items before, so he was certainly looking forward to having them again.
