Anthony quickly unsheathed his daggers and hid behind a pillar weighing the pros and cons of a close combat or frontal confrontation with the beasts.
"Let's scope them out first and know their capabilities and limitations." Anthony muttered under his breath and hurled his shadow dagger in an elegant arc.
The dagger made its way stealthily like a thief into the horde of groaning corpses and took off a few bones, making for an awful sight. Anthony watched attentively from his hideout. The corpse emitted a black purplish liquid from its body the moment it was slashed. Only those whose heads were slashed off seemed to have been affected and fell to the ground. As for those who lost a limb or suffered severe cuts, they kept going as normal, as if nothing happened. Their whitish eyes were staring forward with no trace of emotions or life in them.
