Grey exhaled, a mix of relief and determination on his face. He glanced back up at the Mauler, now only a few yards away, and steadied himself.
But then all of a sudden, Grey felt something coil around his waist and tighten.
He jerked forward but managed to hold his ground. Glancing down, he realized he was ensnared by an elongated, sinewy limb. Which felt cold to the touch.
Following it with his eyes, he spotted the creature responsible. It was a tall, skeletal zombie with a twisted grin on its face:
[Grasper Zombie – Rank 2]
The undead monster stood with an eerie posture, its skin mottled with dark, vein-like patterns that made it look like a grotesque patchwork.
The Grasper's limbs stretched unnaturally, almost twice the length of its body, snaking around Grey like creeping vines. Its hollow, sunken eyes gleamed with hunger as it tried to drag him closer.
Grey gritted his teeth and channeled energy through his body.
