After Ethan introduced human technology into his zombie nest, everything changed—top to bottom, inside and out.
The zombies were practically buzzing with anticipation, itching for a fight.
And across Southvale, the tension was reaching a boiling point. Millions of zombies were sweeping across the land, surging straight toward Umbradrake's stronghold.
By now, the area around his nest was already swarming with the undead.
Gravestone, the Overlord of Southvale, had arrived long ago.
But Umbradrake? He hadn't shown his face once. He was holed up inside, clearly stalling for time.
Not that Gravestone minded. In fact, it played right into his hands—gave him time for his own Zombie Horde to arrive.
"I'm waiting for my horde," Gravestone muttered, eyes gleaming. "And Umbradrake? He's just waiting to die."
"Boss Gravestone, when are we making our move?" one of the nearby Zombie Kings asked, his voice low and eager.
