However, that prospect felt increasingly impossible in the face of the relentless onslaught of the zombies.
With no end to the horde in sight, their minds grew sluggish, and their bodies responded mechanically, driven solely by the primal instinct for survival.
Each movement became a struggle, a fight against the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to engulf them as they faced wave after wave of zombies.
Duke could see the struggle etched on the faces of his warriors, their determination wavering under the relentless pressure.
Clenching his jaw, he resolved to take decisive action.
It was time to test his theory: was this small-scale zombie raid merely an illusion, or was there truly an endless horde bearing down on them?
With a deep breath, he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
"Conjure an Earth wall around you! Make it as strong as possible!" Duke shouted, straining to steady his breathing.
