Xin scanned the field, and a shiver crawled down his spine, raising goosebumps on his skin. The skeletal horde emerged in an unrelenting surge, each bony figure armed with a variety of menacing weapons.
The field transformed into a nightmarish landscape, a bone-strewn wasteland that seemed to stretch to the horizon and beyond.
He could hardly believe that only four players would stand against this relentless tide.
The sight of the overwhelming swarm sent a chill through Xin, and doubt lingered in the hushed murmurs around him.
"Are they going to be alright?" one player whispered anxiously.
"I don't think they could defeat those swarms," another voice added, uncertainty woven into every syllable.
"They're strong, but I heard that those skeletons are relentless. One wrong move, and you could easily get overwhelmed."
"Are they really going to be alright?"
The doubt echoed around Xin, a chorus of worried voices permeating the air.