Damien knew that dealing with undead animals would be an entirely different challenge. They moved with unnatural agility and ferocity, making them unpredictable foes. Damien couldn't afford to underestimate their abilities, even in their lifeless state.
He wasn't certain if they retained their abilities - smelling, hearing, or even using their eyes. They didn't appear to be intelligent creatures.
However, Damien knew better than to underestimate them; after all, even a zombie could still bite and scratch you to death.
With the pressure mounting and the undead lurking dangerously close, Damien felt the weight of urgency pressing down on him. He knew he needed a plan, and he needed it fast.
The cloak of night offered him some solace, shrouding him in darkness, but even Aviora, his loyal and majestic companion, was nowhere to be found.