Reinfort's aura blazed with renewed fury as the first wave of undead crashed against him. His sword moved in elegant, deadly arcs—each strike precise, efficient, devastating. A skeleton fell, its bones scattering across the blood-soaked floor. A zombie crumpled, its head separating from its shoulders in a spray of black ichor.
"Star Sword Style: Falling Petals!"
His blade became a blur of silver light, cutting through three undead in a single, fluid motion. But more kept coming—the Lich's army was endless, each fallen soldier rising again moments later, their bodies reassembling with horrible crackling sounds.
Valdris fought beside him, his light-blade blazing with holy fire. He cut down two skeletons, then a third, his movements still fast but growing desperate. His eyes flickered to Reinfort, watching the old knight's flawless technique with something like envy.
