The shrieks of the undead chilled the spine of the pirates and Veandra. She is terrified at the sight of thousands of rotting bodies of men, women, and children unnaturally moved like broken dolls. Some of them crawled on the ground full of sharp rocks but they do not feel pain as their chests are getting shredded. Their skins are as grey as the stones. Their rotting eyes glowed blue and their mouths and jaws are infested with maggots and flies. The pirates that are left on the other side fended them off with their crossbows and swords. Then their fear grew once more when they realized they cannot kill those who have already been killed. Three of them were unfortunate to be on that other side.
“The undead,” muttered Marco. As everyone is, his fear made him speechless.
“Damn it!!” scream
