Undead rushed toward the Marquis with relentless fury — dire wolves snarling, humans moaning, ogres thundering, goblins screeching. Cain threw every last corpse in his arsenal at the variant. A massive tide of rotting flesh and cursed bone, numbering over five hundred, surged toward the enemy like a black tsunami of death.
"I'll keep him busy! Prioritize rescuing them!" Cain barked over the cacophony, his voice sharp and commanding.
Brian nodded once, jaw clenched, eyes locked with purpose. Without hesitation, he sheathed his sword into his inventory — he needed his hands free, not for battle, but to carry his comrades. The dead could not be allowed to remain dead.
"Finish this, Alexander. You've taken too long."
Augustus' voice cut through the chaos, low and irritated, the tone of a disappointed god.
The variant nodded slowly.
