When the Zombie Kings heard this, their fierce eyes lit up with a cold gleam. A collective sigh of relief swept through them—they finally felt like things were turning in their favor. With Gravestone stepping in, Umbradrake's days of swaggering around were numbered.
They were ready to join forces and wipe out the menace of Southvale once and for all.
Gravestone, meanwhile, was silently calculating. He had his own reasons for getting involved. After all, Umbradrake wasn't just any undead—he was known as The Voidborn Undying. Taking him down would earn a coveted SSS-grade crystal core. That kind of prize? Hard to resist.
Sure, these other Zombie Kings weren't exactly powerhouses, but they'd do as backup.
With their combined strength, crushing Umbradrake would be a walk in the park.
"Let's get ready," Gravestone said coolly. "We're going straight for Draconis Citadel."
"Hell yeah!"
The Zombie Kings roared in agreement, their bloodlust practically radiating off them.
