Without wasting any time he approached the two zombies coming towards him, the dark smoke scattered as he got close to them as if giving him a way to pass. His feet tapped the rocky ground with a thud, showing how strong the shoes he was wearing were.
The two zombies suddenly stopped moving, bodies slightly shaking as they realized the man approaching in front of them were the same person that destroyed a whole crowd of their kind in a blink of the eye.
They swiftly turned, trying to make a run for it, but Gorthok was already a step a head of them. He quickly raised his left hand slightly, making two chains pop out from the ground, binding the undead trying to escape.
They cried in fear as their rotten bodies fell apart. They weren't crying because they felt pain. No. It was because in their eyes, Gorthok was their second permanent dead, a gate way to the endless abyss lying in wait for everyone of their kind.
