Should I even mention this new idea of mine?

So turns out this place seems to be surrounded by some kind of dimensional fracture.

We can run around the edge, but that's about it.

At some point, we'll be too exhausted to keep moving.

There is one thing we could do. I could try to bait some of the enemies on my person. You know since I have divine energy to keep me going.

This shit is legit better than the energy drinks I used to consume like water. All these commercials saying these drinks give wings or something…fuck that. If that gives wings, then divine energy gives …idk bigger, better wings lol.

I am convinced this circular plane has a way of survival in the very middle of it. Why? Well using my scouting ability I've realized that there is a delay in the time it takes our enemies to reorient themselves.

At first, I was convinced they could just head straight our way, but there seem to be something in the middle delaying them. Pretty sure it's not for a pit resupply. They are undead after all.

My guess is there is some bigger badder monster in the middle. Why am I even thinking of challenging it? I'm actually not.

You know how apex predators have territories. I'm guessing we might be able to somehow hide in there. If we stay on the very edge of that core area, we might be able to survive without generating any aggro.

Is this plan of mine sane? Definitely not. I would even argue the contrary.

However, it is the only one I can etch right now. I really don't see us kiting forever ending well.

After many long hours of grinding one of us will commit a mistake for sure. That someone most likely me. Did I say how fucking tiring this scouting is?! Pretty sure I did.

[I do have an idea to get us out of here, but it's borderline insane.]

"What's insane is us surviving here. Tell us more."

[There seems to be something in the middle the skeletons are avoiding, I'm thinking of heading there.]

"Heading to the very eye of the storm eh? Extremely dangerous but it might just work."

Wow, he agreed with my plan that easily? Isn't he afraid of death at all?!

Actually, this is what makes them different from me. I'm just some random dude that got isekaied. My plan only backed up by the weird-ass knowledge I have. They are true mercenaries with their mettle tested over the years.

It seems they are truly a courageous bunch for they all decide to follow me. I fucking hope I'm not leading them to their deaths. Truly.

The closer we get to the epicenter the more skeletons there are. I'm seriously starting to reconsider how feasible my whole plan is.

*slash, crash, crush*

We only have one mace, but the others provide flawless support. Everything is going well so far.

So far that is.

There is still the main army awaiting us. Oh god, now would be a good time for me to turn religious. Not even to try and get some power, but just to prevent shiting myself.

Just gotta see this as a trial. This is just temporary. I'll be fine. We'll be fine. Think about what matters. Stuff like bragging about this to my descendants. Oh, wait…not sure I even want kids. Stuff like bragging about this to some random passerby then! I will become that one annoying dude that recounts his life to everyone he meets.

The wraiths are hovering above our heads. Slowly floating closer and closer.

We actually need to increase the pace. Some part of me just wants to take this slow. This part of me needs to be fucking murdered. You take it slow in a zerg rush you fucking perish. That's what we are right now. Except we are actually really coordinated, well my companions not me.

Still doesn't change the fact that we are rushing in blindly. Right now we are legit pulling a Leeroy Jenkins. Hopefully will end up better than the original. No, that wasn't a flag either!

Every step we take we crush and crush adding to the pile of bones on the ground. Of course, it is only a matter of time before the blood moon revives them all. This means that our retreat path is already blocked. The first undeads we defeated are already coming back up.

This is a fucking pain. I do believe in my chances of making it out alive if I were to just run right about fucking now. Just activate enhancement full power and run like a madman. I would survive for sure. There is that small voice in my head that is telling me to do it. That small preservation instinct all humans have.

The instinct not to run toward an army of undead. Then again that much should be common sense. The clattering of their teeth, their hands grasping at the air waiting for us to be in reach, the rattling of their bones with every step taken. All of it inspires dread.

I would consider myself a fan of horror movies. Fantasy stuff even better. I've seen countless skeletons on screen. Yet, the real thing doesn't compare. I'd rather face pretty much about anything. Ideally something I could slowly wear down.

Funny thing these skeletons are fucking plain compared to the ones I know about. This army is uncoordinated, they don't have any weapon or shield, and there are no Dullahan or lich to lead them.

They are seemingly mindless. This is our ticket to survival.

Our party is in formation. One meant to grind our enemies. One where a few can challenge many. Everyone has each other's back. From above, it looks like a spinning wheel of destruction.

We can definitely do this!

Hey, we could even start our own undead removal company if this keeps up. Maybe even get our stock listed.

In front of us the main army. The one that is countless. Definitely above 500 units. It plagues the land. This is gonna be harsh.

[How do we break through here?!]

We have no way to avoid them. We need to fight somehow.

"Alright! I will cast flame enhancement on everyone. Get ready all of you!"

A few moments later all of us have our own glow-in-the-dark fiery weapon.

Time to fucking do this!