Blood splattered everywhere as the zombies fell one after another. The cyborg moved with a cold, mechanical precision, completely devoid of emotion—a true killing machine.
"What is that thing?" Scissorhands growled, his shoulder pierced and oozing dark, foul blood. He was injured, but his frustration outweighed the pain.
Before he could react further, fireballs and ice spikes rained down from above, blasting apart or impaling his zombie underlings. A squad of Awakeners, working alongside the cyborg, had arrived from the distance, their attacks relentless.
"Damn zombies! Die already!"
"We're wiping you all out today!"
"Don't even think about running!!"
"..."
The humans, long oppressed and desperate, finally had a chance to vent their fury. They hacked and slashed at the surrounding zombies with unrestrained rage.
