'Sophie could handle level fifty, but under this suppression, against numbers, traps, and something worse behind them, even she might be forced into danger.'
The thought had barely settled when the undead ahead began to move, and the sound of old armor scraping against stone filled the narrow passage. ChaosKnight's members quickly raised their weapons, but the corridor was too tight, the ceiling was too low, and visibility ahead was poor because the faint green light in the monsters' eyes was the only thing clearly moving in the dark.
"More are coming from behind," one of the players said in a trembling tone as he turned halfway and saw several shapes entering from the rear passage.
ChaosCleric's expression changed at once, and he gripped his staff with both hands while looking from front to back. "This is bad. We are boxed in."
