The Last Blood Mage

Zombie Soldiers Part Two

As Xander stepped into the vast interior of the warehouse, a sense of unease crept over him. The air was heavy, filled with the scent of stored supplies, but there was something else – an undercurrent of something sinister. He moved cautiously between the rows of crates, his senses on high alert.

Suddenly, the eerie quiet was shattered by a low, guttural muttering. Xander froze, listening. The sound was unlike anything he had heard before – a chorus of hoarse, inhuman voices. He turned slowly, his blood sword at the ready.

From the shadows of the warehouse, a group of soldiers emerged. But these were no ordinary soldiers. They were grotesquely muscular, towering over normal men, their veins bulging under their unnaturally stretched skin. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, yet filled with a hunger for violence. They moved with a lumbering gait, their large hands clenched into fists.

The soldiers wore tattered remnants of armor, but it was clear that they relied more on their sheer size