Ren was scouting in the forest with his clones. It was a good day for his travels as it seemed peaceful. Then, a faint cry echoed in the trees.
He spotted a small child, a girl no older than seven, racing through the underbrush in terror. Her clothes were torn, her body bruised and coated in grime. Behind her, a horde of rotting undead lumbered forward, their milky eyes locked on their prey. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the forest floor with a helpless sob.
Before the creatures reached her, a clone slammed into the nearest corpse with such force that its brittle bones shattered. More clones followed, intercepting the horde.
Ren narrowed his eyes. The undead were too numerous to be wild stragglers. He summoned his clones. Dozens formed a defensive line around him. The battle that ensued was gruesome.
The battlefield became a chaotic storm of slashing, ripping, and disintegration.
System prompts began flashing rapidly:
[Hunger of the Dead: Analyzed]
