"There's something nasty approaching," Hara warned. "Mind if I sit this one out?"
"Sure thing," Noah said, flipping his axe.
What stepped into the chamber with clammy footsteps was not a hulking being, but a decrepit figure. A pale man with skin drained of its color, covered in blisters and wounds that looked far from being able to be survived.
[Greater Identification] [A-Rank Close-Quarters Combat Skill]
["Husk"] [Designated Level: Appx. 15] [Species: Undead]
[Weaknesses: Physical Attacks | Light]
'What's that?' He questioned.
While he held his ground, keeping his distance while he observed the unknown entity, he watched it stumble towards him while salivating at the mouth. Having lived a life through his fair share of comic books and movies, he had a theory in his head already, watching the groaning, blistered figure stumble his way.
'It's…a zombie,' he realized.
