Not even an agility-type Zombie King could escape this slaughterhouse.
One by one, the Zombie Kings had fallen here.
Now, only a few loyal subordinates remained by Gravestone's side. He scanned the battlefield, rage simmering in his chest.
"Idiots! Every last one of them!"
"If they'd just listened to me, maybe—just maybe—we could've made it out. But no, they had to charge in and get themselves killed!"
"We're still here, boss! We believe in you!" one of his lieutenants said, trying to rally him.
"Good. Then I'll get us out of here," Gravestone replied without hesitation.
"Which way do we run?" another Zombie King asked, looking lost.
Gravestone's eyes, glowing with a fierce light, swept across the chaos. The first thing he checked was Ethan's position—because out of everything on this battlefield, that was the one thing he truly feared.
"Isn't it obvious? We run in the opposite direction of that Voidborn Undying freak!"
"Got it!"
His subordinates responded instantly.
