"Heh! You gotta be kidding me." Hexarm let out a scornful laugh, arms crossed with smug confidence. Behind him stood four of the Voidborn Undying—his ultimate trump card. With backup like that, he had every reason to be cocky. "Razorclaw, looks to me like you've got a death wish."
"Huh??" Razorclaw's eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise flashing across his face. He hadn't expected Hexarm to still be this arrogant, even while surrounded.
His underlings were just as pissed.
"Big Razorclaw! This bastard's asking for it!"
"Yeah, he's got a death wish for sure."
"Let's teach him a lesson he won't forget."
"…"
"Fine, fine!" Razorclaw's gaze turned vicious, a murderous aura radiating from his body. "Let's see what you've got. Boys—rip them to shreds!"
At his command, the Zombie Horde behind him let out a collective roar, like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts unleashed. They surged forward, charging with terrifying momentum.
