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Dust motes danced in the weak sunlight filtering through the ruined city, illuminating the jagged shadows of the approaching horde. Akito stood firm, his undead body a stark barrier between the threat and the faint, spectral figure hovering behind him. His dull green eyes flickered with a remnant of humanity as he tightened his jaw. With a guttural snarl, he surged forward, his fist connecting with a zombie’s skull in a shower of ceramic-like cracks. He didn't flinch, shoving back another attacker with raw, protective instinct. "Stay behind me," he rasped, his voice gravel-edged and rough, stepping into the fray to shield the ghost who could no longer be harmed.