A Few Minutes Earlier…
"Hoi—Hoi… what's going on?"
A young female hunter staggered back, eyes wide as she saw the zombies they'd been in a heated fight with suddenly pivoting as one, all turning and lurching toward a single direction, dragging their mangled limbs like iron filings pulled by a magnet.
"Guys!" shouted another hunter, the one manning the arcane fetters. "They're breaking the bindings—like something's calling them. This isn't normal!"
The reek of old blood and burnt salt thickened in the air.
Then came the thunder of hooves.
A horse-drawn cart burst from the alley haze, iron-shod wheels sparking against cracked stone. It plowed through a knot of staggering undead, trying by all means to evade many and not run over them until it skidded to a halt before the hunters struggling to keep their captives pinned. The S-ranks were already on guard.
