Without hesitation, he stepped toward the two zombies. The dark smoke shifted and parted as he moved, clearing a path. His feet hit the rocky ground with a solid thud, the strength of his shoes echoing with every step.
The two zombies suddenly stopped moving, bodies slightly shaking as they realized the man approaching in front of them was the same person who destroyed a whole crowd of their kind in the blink of an eye.
They swiftly turned, trying to run, but Gorthok was already a step ahead. He raised his left hand just enough, and two chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around the undead trying to escape.
They cried as their rotten bodies broke apart. Not from pain. No. In their eyes, Gorthok was their second death, a door to the endless abyss waiting for every one of their kind.
'That was easier than I thought it'd be.' Gorthok wondered, dropping his hand and looking at the man still wrapped around his chains.
