The Great Hall

Alex hesitated for a few seconds before finally extending his right hand. Instantly, he heard a 'clang', a sound of metal striking metal, echoing in his ears.

A small wound appeared on Alex's right hand, from which blood began to flow, dripping onto the ground. Alex glanced at the blood on his hand, his eyes flickering with intrigue; this weapon seemed quite formidable! Were those creatures and zombies defeated by this weapon?

With a thought, Alex pulled himself back to the present and stepped to the side. Although the black creature had been dealt with, he had expended a great deal of energy and needed to replenish it quickly to avoid danger.

Possibly due to the appearance of the black gargoyle, the previously dispersed zombies had returned, gathering around the gargoyle as if to protect it.

Alex furrowed his brow, sensing that the black gargoyle was not as simple as it seemed.