[Rotten Monk (???)]
[Level: 50]
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[Physical: 13,500][Mental: 0][Will: 0]
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Sylas ripped the Rotten Monk apart with his bare hands as though he had herculean strength. An outside observer would have thought his Physical was double that of the zombie, and yet it was nowhere near this.
With a calm gait, Sylas continued to walk forward.
Another spear came for him, hidden in the darkness. It came from an unexpected angle, and yet the moment it was about to touch Sylas' skin, it wilted away to ash.
The tip of the blade looked as though it had been crushed against Sylas' flesh, the zombie delivering its neck right to Sylas' palm.
With a squeeze, Sylas shattered its head, not stopping his forward progress in the slightest.
One after another, Rotten Monks wielding spears fell.
Their attacks were supposed to be hidden, hard to detect, and the number Sylas was facing only increased as he continued to walk forward—numbers meant to be faced by a squadron of 50 creeping up on him.
