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"Mhmm?"

Diana's confusion was evident as she tried to understand what Eldric wanted to share. "A Flesh Puker Zombie?" she repeated. This time, her voice was tinged with curiosity. She had no idea about this zombie at all, but she could tell that this zombie was definitely strong compared to a Tyran zombie.

Eldric, on the other hand, nodded, showing his grim expression. "Yes, it's a formidable foe. It's covered in a thick hide of flesh that acts like armor. It's not just strong; it's resilient. This Kris Blade," he said, lifting the weapon slightly, "is my best chance at taking it down."

Diana's eyes traced the contours of the blade, recognizing the craftsmanship that only Herman could provide. It was indeed the one meant for the leader of the Shadowbinder Clan, but it seemed that Herman decided to give it over to Eldric's capable hands.

"Why tell me this?" Diana inquired, her brow furrowed.