Umbradrake didn't rush into battle. Instead, he played it smart—building pressure, letting the looming threat of his massive undead army speak for itself.
"I thought Dreadpaw was the boss of Solaris Citadel," he said casually.
"Yeah, yeah, he was," one of his zombie lieutenants nodded. "But he hasn't shown up in ages."
That made Umbradrake feel even more confident. If Dreadpaw was out of the picture, and the new leadership was weaker than him, then even if things got ugly, he had nothing to fear.
Up ahead, the towering corpse hive stood eerily silent. Not a sound, not a stir. It felt like a ghost town.
"Where the hell are their zombies? They see us coming and just... hide?" one of the Zombie Kings muttered, clearly thrown off.
Umbradrake grinned, baring his jagged teeth. "Probably scared shitless. They were talking big before, saying they were looking forward to our visit. Yeah right. Just wait—I'm gonna make 'em eat those words."
