Rhett's eyes sharpened.
"…They regenerate."
Another one attacked from the side.
He twisted, barely avoiding it, his counterattack landing cleanly across its torso, splitting it open.
It didn't fall.
The wound began to close.
More of them stepped forward, surrounding him slowly, cutting off his path back.
Behind them, the weaker skeletons began to move again, filling the gaps.
For the first time since the fight started, Rhett stopped advancing.
Not because he wanted to.
Because he had to.
One of the bronze-grade undead tilted its head slightly, as if studying him.
Then it attacked again.
Rhett met it head on.
The clash echoed louder than anything before.
And this time…
He wasn't cutting through them anymore.
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From the back of the battlefield, Aiden watched everything.
