Kyla gripped what was left of her broken stick, Dayanara standing in front with both fists raised and ready, but before a fight could break out—
A crackling rattle echoed through the shadows.
From behind the enemies, bones began crawling up from the darkness—skeletal hands pierced through the wooden planks as undead soldiers emerged, eerie green light glowing in their empty eye sockets, swords raised, and jaws clacking.
The attackers screamed, stumbling back as a dark gust of wind whooshed over the ship.
Above them, a giant skeletal bird landed silently. Its wings spread wide, hollow bones glowing with rune-like markings.
"It's Lee Min Joon!!" Kyla gasped, her tired eyes sparkling. "The Necromancer of Korea!"
Dayanara looked up cautiously, her hands still tight around her weapons. She simply muttered, "Let's move."
As their group broke into a run, weaving through the chaos to escape the area, Dayanara turned her head for a moment and looked up again.
