The tunnel trembled beneath their feet as Mwana, Sama Jire, and Sakara Jina charged forward, their weapons flashing in the dim, flickering light of the collapsing cavern. Skeletons, hundreds of them, emerged from every shadow—an army of death, bones clattering in relentless pursuit. Their hollow eye sockets glowed with malice, spikes and shattered skulls swirling in a frenzied storm of bone and darkness.
Sama shouted. "Hold the line! Form up!"
Sakara, her staff crackling with arcane energy, nodded sharply. "Three-point formation—protect the dragon fish!"
The three fighters swiftly aligned, each assuming a strategic stance: Mwana with his shield and spear at the front, Sama taking a position on the left with his dual blades, Sakara on the right with her staff ready. The skeletons swarmed, clawing and smashing, their bones skulls and spines clicking menacingly.
