"Where the hell did that guy come from?" Umbradrake kept pressing for answers.
"Should be... somewhere near the edge of the Exile Zone," Howler replied after thinking for a moment.
"A zombie from the edge of the Exile Zone, and he's got the balls to pull something like this??" Umbradrake's eyes widened in disbelief—this was not what he expected.
In his mind, the Exile Zone's outskirts were a wasteland. No real Zombie Kings out there—maybe a few half-decent ones from Solaris Citadel, but nothing serious.
If the guy had come from the heart of Necroterra, Umbradrake wouldn't have dared to mess with him. He'd have just let it go.
"But a zombie from the edge dares to mess with me?"
"So, boss, what do we do?" Howler asked quickly, eager for direction.
