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.
