Team Zero entered an old shopping street where broken storefronts lined both sides and ran into a pack of demonic hounds.
"SNARL! SNARL! SNARL!"
The hounds looked like dogs twisted by demonic energy until they barely resembled anything natural. They had thin bodies covered in patchy fur that fell out in clumps, long claws that scraped concrete when they moved, split jaws that showed too many teeth in rows, and red saliva that dripped when they growled.
Five of them spread across the street while blocking the path forward in a loose pack formation.
The pack leader was larger than the others with darker fur and scars across its face. It lowered its head while watching Team Zero with yellow eyes.
"GRRRROOOOWL!"
James sent the dire wolf forward without hesitation because undead did not feel fear.
