When he didn't hear any movement from inside, he hesitated for a moment but decided to err on the side of caution. With a swift motion, he conjured a wind blade in his left hand, its sharp edge glinting faintly in the dim light. He pushed the door open, bracing himself for any surprise attack. But to his relief—wala!—the room was empty. No zombies in sight.
Still, Sparrow wasn't one to take chances. He meticulously scanned the room, carefully checking every corner, crevice, and shadow. His heart raced as he recalled past encounters with evolved zombies—creatures far more dangerous and cunning than their lesser counterparts. They had a knack for hiding in the most unexpected places, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
