Boom!
Klaus swung his sword, meeting the club head-on. The force sent a sharp numbness through his arm as he was pushed back a few steps. His eyes widened in shock—this was the first time since entering the forest that something had managed to push him back. His gaze locked onto the crimson eyes of a massive figure. He instantly recognized it as a Zombie General.
"Great... more monsters," he muttered, eyes darting up to the sky. The dark tribulation cloud that had been looming over him began to fade, returning the sky to its usual state. Klaus felt a wave of unease. The storm that had protected him was gone, meaning his supernatural aid had abandoned him. Now, he was on his own.
He glanced back at the Zombie General, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I managed to defend my skill... meaning I can use it. Well then," Klaus chuckled, gripping his sword tighter. "Shall we dance?"
