Pretending to be a noob in a world scaled by power level

[89] The living vs the dead

With an eerie, disjointed moan, the first of the undead guardians lurched forward. Its body, an uncanny mix of decomposing flesh and ancient, rune-etched armor, seemed to defy the laws of physics, moving with a speed and agility that was at odds with its decaying visage.

Aurelia was the first to meet its charge. She roared, a sound that echoed off the desolate cityscape, and her claws struck out, aiming for the undead guardian's chest. The impact sent a shockwave reverberating through the immediate vicinity, dust and fragments of decayed masonry rising in a mini cloud around the point of contact.

On the flank, Kuroko was a blur, her twin daggers whirling in a deadly dance. Every swipe, every stab was aimed with lethal precision, seeking the chinks in the rotting armor of the undead guardians trying to encroach from the sides.

Sera's crimson magic was a sight to behold. Blood-red tendrils snaked out, searing any undead flesh they touched. Her face was a mask of concentration, her eyes glowing with the power she was wielding. Her attacks provided a deterrent, keeping some of the undead guardians at bay and dealing damage to others.

Meanwhile, I positioned myself between Lila and the oncoming threats, my sword meeting the first undead creature that came too close. The clash of steel against rotting flesh and bone was harsh, but my blade sliced through, cleaving the creature in half. As it fell, another took its place, an unending wave of undead guardians coming for us.

Through it all, Lila stayed close, her hands working in swift motions. Every now and then, a warm, healing light would envelop one of us, mending injuries and renewing our strength, a beacon of hope amidst the grim battle.

The battle was intense, a brutal dance between the living and the undead, each side struggling to gain an advantage over the other in the desolate expanse of the ruined city.

The battle raged on, growing fiercer with each passing second. The ruined cityscape around us echoed with the sounds of combat, the once silent streets filled with the deafening cacophony of warfare.

Aurelia, in her dragon form, was a terrifying sight to behold. With each ferocious roar, she sent shockwaves through the undead horde, shaking the very ground beneath our feet. Her claws shredded through decaying flesh and bone like paper, but for every guardian she felled, another rose to take its place.

Kuroko darted in and out of the undead guardians' ranks, a deadly shadow slicing through their ranks. Her twin daggers flashed in the dim light, cutting through rotting flesh and bone. She moved with a dancer's grace and an assassin's precision, each swift attack cutting down another opponent.

Despite her fierce determination, Sera was showing signs of fatigue. The red tendrils of her magic flickered, less vibrant than before, and she was panting heavily. Still, she refused to back down, her crimson magic lashing out to sear the flesh of the undead.

I was locked in combat with several guardians at once. Each swing of my sword cut through the decayed flesh and bone of my enemies, each successful hit sending a shower of rotting detritus flying. Yet, as each guardian fell, another took its place in a seemingly never-ending cycle.

Amidst the chaos, Lila, who had no fighting capabilities, did what she could to help. She focused on navigation and communication, warning us of attacks coming from blind spots and guiding us away from dangerous territory. Her keen eyes and quick thinking helped us avoid potential pitfalls in the treacherous, ruined cityscape.

Despite the overwhelming odds, we pushed forward, refusing to yield to the relentless horde of undead guardians.

With the last undead guardian falling to the ground, the air immediately felt lighter, the oppressive force that once hung over us dissipating. As one, we slumped to the ground, each of us falling onto our backs amidst the ruin and detritus of the battlefield.

Aurelia, in her dragon form, shrank back to her human size, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Her vibrant eyes glowed with exhaustion as she huffed heavily, steam rising from her body and disappearing into the air.

Kuroko, usually so light on her feet, staggered a few steps before dropping to the ground. Her twin daggers slipped from her grasp, clattering onto the ruined cityscape with a resonating echo. She lay there, chest rising and falling rapidly as she drew in gulps of the stale air.

Sera was the last to fall, her crimson tendrils of magic flickering out as if snuffed by a gust of wind. Her knees gave way under her, and she fell onto her back with a weary sigh. The drained look on her face said it all.

As for me, I sheathed my sword and let myself fall backward, landing onto the ground with a heavy thud. The aches and pains of the battle began to set in as adrenaline left my system. Every breath I took was heavy and labored, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to catch my breath.

Meanwhile, Lila, who had been tense and alert throughout the battle, seemed to sag in relief. Her eyes were wide with fatigue, and her hands, which had been tightly clenched around her communication device, finally relaxed.

Lying there amidst the remnants of our battle, we allowed ourselves a moment to just breathe, to relish in the hard-earned peace that came after the storm.

"Alright..." I fell on my butt, panting from the exertion of the recent battle. "Let's set up the camp girls..."

Q: When was the last time you played an RPG game?