Ethan's elite zombie vanguard led the charge, cutting through the battlefield like a blade through butter. On the other side, Dreadpaw's horde was a mess—starving, sluggish, barely holding themselves together. The difference in strength was night and day, and it showed immediately.
Hot on their heels came hundreds of thousands of battle-hardened zombies, each one radiating bloodlust and adrenaline. This was the battlefield they'd been waiting for, and they were ready to tear it apart.
Among them, the towering figures of the major Zombie Kings loomed, each more terrifying than the last.
Vines and pink blossoms burst into bloom across the desolate wasteland of the Exile Zone, adding a surreal splash of color to the otherwise bleak terrain. Twisted red tumors pulsed between the flowers, releasing clouds of fungal spores that drifted across the battlefield, latching onto enemy zombies and parasitizing them on the spot.
Then came PhD's mechanical zombie army.
