He could feel the powerful glow from far away. It wasn't just strong. It was special. Royal.
No… it was king-level.
Narak clenched his fists, his long claws digging into his palms. "Who is he?" he asked the wind. "Why does he have the aura of a ruler?"
His red eyes burned brighter. "That child… belongs to me."
Without another word, he leapt out of the cave in a flash. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he shot into the air, flying over the ruined wastelands like a shadow.
He didn't care what it took. He had to reach that baby.
If the child grew up… if he fell into the hands of humans or worse, enemy zombies, it would be a disaster.
He had to take the child and raise him.
A zombie king raised by a true king, which would make him unbeatable.
But even though Narak was fast, he realized something terrible halfway through his journey.
The aura… was fading.
"No!" he shouted. "Don't disappear!"
