The growl echoed through the ruins, low and guttural, reverberating through the cracked walls like a death rattle. Miles tensed, shifting his stance, his grip tightening around the [Harbinger's Scythe]. Diego stiffened beside him, his breaths shallow, his body still screaming from Shinji's torment, not ready for another fight.
'Not now… Please… Not now.' Diego bit his lower lip, unable to feel anything but the taste of blood from it as something moved in the shadows.
Then, they emerged.
Figures shuffled out from the crumbling alleys and shattered buildings, their forms jerking unnaturally, as if their bodies barely remembered how to move.
At first, they looked like normal humanoid creatures, until the dim moonlight caught their features. Sunken, hollow eye sockets filled with eerie green light, their flesh sagging from their bones, exposing raw muscle and decaying skin. Some had patches of armor still clinging to their rotting bodies, rusted weapons gripped in skeletal fingers.
