Through the thinning dusk, his gaze met the shadows where Hollows stirred.
Tall objects that moved under the cover of darkness. To anyone lacking the darkness attribute, they would seem like shifting boulders. Black in color and in constant motion, but Klaus recognized them at first glance.
Without exception, all of them were Nightmare Carapaces!
Klaus froze, gripped by a terror that stole his breath. The hairs along his neck rose like whispers in the wind. One, two, three… the numbers unraveled in his mind, lost to the storm of fear. Fifty… no, far more than fifty; an endless tide of shadows, moving in the dark.
If the Striders faced that many awakened ghouls, they would be slaughtered, torn apart like a rolled feast and devoured with savage delight.
He swallowed and at the same time, trembled all over.
Amidst his rising panic, Klaus forgot Adrian was even beside him.
