Duke gritted his teeth, his body radiating a chilling, deadly aura as his gaze fixed on the bodies of his warriors sprawled on the cold ground.
None of them were standing anymore; they lay scattered, surrounded by large puddles of their own blood.
Each one was audibly gasping for breath, their breaths shaky and ragged, as if they teetered on the brink of death.
Kaakaka...
Graaaah!!!
The agility-type evolved zombie seemed to taunt Duke with a menacing glare, its expression shifting to anger as it glanced at the mental-type evolved zombie, clearly frustrated by its defeat at Duke's hands.
Fury surged within Duke; he was enraged that he hadn't been able to reach any of his warriors to help them.
The sight of their fallen bodies served as a stark reminder of his own weakness.
He struggled to mask his emotions, determined not to betray his inner turmoil.
