Grok’s brow furrowed, his mind absorbing the gravity of the situation. “So, it’s like an overcharge, but much more potent?”

Frank nodded solemnly, his expression filled with a mixture of fear and determination. “No, Grok, it’s ten times more powerful than a human’s overcharge. It pushes their bodies to the limits and extracts a heavy toll.”

As realization washed over Grok, his gaze sharpened, determination replacing any traces of doubt. “He was sent here to kill Arthur. This entire commander role was a trap, and we fell right into it. Damn it,” Grok gritted his teeth, his grip tightening around his weapon.

The battlefield seethed with the intensity of the ongoing conflict, the clash of steel and the stench of death hanging heavy in the air. Amidst the chaos, Arthur, shielded by his golden aura, continued his valiant charge into the heart of the zombie horde. Grok and Frank stood side by side, their determination etched upon their faces, ready to face whatever horrors awaited them.

The fate of the kingdom hung in the balance, and the heroes would stop at nothing to ensure that the light prevailed over the encroaching darkness.

Amidst the chaos and carnage, a fierce determination burned within Grok’s eyes. He stood tall, his muscles rippling with raw power, as he faced off against the abominable chimera. The very air crackled with tension as the two adversaries locked eyes, a battle of wills about to unfold.

“How long did you say the skill will last?” Grok’s voice rumbled with a mix of anticipation and urgency.

“Ten minutes, but he won’t survive the backlash. This chimera is composed of various creatures and humans, a volatile combination,” Frank explained, his voice laced with caution.

“Derein, clear a path to Arthur. This was all a setup, designed to get him killed,” Grok bellowed, his voice echoing with a commanding presence.

“Understood!” Derein’s response resonated with determination as she positioned herself, ready to unleash her ultimate skill.

With a resounding battle cry, Derein called forth the power of the heavens. The sky crackled with energy as she unleashed a torrent of arrows, thousands of them raining down upon the horde of zombies that encroached upon them.

The arrows blazed with an ethereal glow, each finding its mark with deadly precision. The once-thriving horde was reduced to a field of lifeless corpses, their threat extinguished in an instant.

“Arthur, fall back! I’m coming for you!” Grok’s voice thundered, carrying with it the weight of his unwavering resolve. But as the words left his lips, he realized there was no response from Arthur.

With a furrowed brow, Arthur stared intently at the zombie chimera, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in his eyes. The monstrous creature, with veins pulsating and muscles bulging, underwent a rapid transformation. Its form twisted and contorted, growing more grotesque with every passing second.

“What the hell are you? Even demons look more human than you,” Arthur’s voice cut through the tension, his gaze locked onto the ever-changing entity before him.

The zombie chimera paused, its gaze shifting towards Arthur, its eyes filled with a malevolent intensity that chilled the air. The creature exuded an aura of impending doom, a harbinger of destruction.

Arthur tightened his grip on his sword, assuming a defensive stance. He steeled himself for the inevitable onslaught, determined to block the first attack and retaliate with unwavering resolve.

But in the blink of an eye, the chimera vanished from sight. Its movements were a blur, too swift for Arthur’s eyes to follow, let alone defend against. The young warrior’s eyes darted around, searching for any trace of his foe, but it seemed to have vanished into thin air.

“Arthur, above you!” Grok’s voice boomed, filled with urgency. In one swift motion, he grabbed Arthur, pulling him out of harm’s way just in the nick of time.

A thunderous impact shook the ground as the chimera’s massive spiked feet crashed down where Arthur had stood only moments before. The sheer power and ferocity of the creature were unfathomable.

“He can change his body parts?” Grok’s voice held a tinge of awe, his eyes fixated on the formidable adversary.

“Yes, he’s just transformed. Earlier, he appeared as a seemingly ordinary human with four arms and four legs,” Arthur explained, his voice betraying a mix of fascination and concern.

“What kind of ‘ordinary’ human has four arms?” Grok’s incredulous question hung in the air as he continued to observe the chimera’s monstrous form.

“You don’t understand. He can undergo radical metamorphosis,” Arthur tried to convey the complexity of the situation. 𝑜𝘷𝑙.𝘰𝑟𝑔

“Ah, that must be the result of his skill, Undead’s Cry,” Grok interjected, his tone filled with a glimmer of understanding as he scrutinized the creature, which now stood motionless.

Arthur’s confusion lingered, but his focus sharpened. “Regardless of the details, his reaction time is slow. This is our chance to strike,” he declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination.

With unyielding resolve, Arthur charged toward the chimera, his sword poised to strike. He leaped into the air, aiming to sever the creature’s neck with a single decisive blow.

And with a mighty swing, his blade connected, slicing through flesh and bone. The chimera’s head tumbled to the ground, victory seemingly within reach.

Arthur turned to Grok, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “I did it! You see, Grok, that’s how—”

Before he could finish his sentence, a chilling revelation shattered the moment of triumph. In an astonishing display of regeneration, the chimera swiftly reattached its severed head in the blink of an eye.

“No, Arthur, behind you!” Grok’s voice resounded with desperation, a plea to avert the impending disaster. But it was too late. A razor-sharp claw pierced through Arthur’s chest, impaling him with devastating force.

Time seemed to stand still as Arthur’s body hung lifelessly from the chimera’s claw. Grok’s heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of grief and fury surging through his veins.

“Tell Derein… I love her… my friend,” Arthur’s voice faltered, his words carrying a bittersweet affection as his gaze locked onto Grok, a faint smile playing upon his lips.

“Noooooo!” Grok’s anguished cry pierced the air as he tapped into the depths of his power, unleashing his two ultimate skills.