The pressure in the air changed. At first, it was subtle.
There were fewer bodies rising. Fewer hands trying to grab them. Fewer growls. The zombies were no longer appearing.
Max noticed it first, weaving between attacks.
And the others… did too.
The zombies were still attacking, yes.
But they were no longer an endless tide.
There were fewer. Far fewer.
The problem was, they were no longer in any condition to take advantage of it. Every one of them felt the exhaustion of the endless battle.
Neros spun. Again. And again. Like a perfect top.
His sword traced constant circles, clearing everything around him.
Bodies fell apart. Heads rolled across the ground in every direction.
"HA!"
He laughed. It showed. He was enjoying himself far too much, despite everything.
"...little Moonlight."
His voice came out between spins.
"You'd better go help Max."
Another slash. Another zombie split in two.
"I'll take care of the ones left to cut down."
