The knights were stronger, more disciplined, more heavily armored. And they had preserved instincts from their former lives, the memory of how to fight, how to hold a line, how to respond to threats without hesitation.
They could hold a line, break an enemy formation, and withstand attacks that would have torn the wolves and Rops apart. While his undead animals were brutal, the knights were more coordinated.
So even if they met a creature as powerful as ten tigers together, he would be surviving. Not comfortably, maybe. Not without losses. But surviving.
Soon enough, they heard a sound.
It wasn't the howl of a wolf or the screech of a bird. It was something else, something that didn't fit any category Darion had learned since arriving in this world.
