The Collective didn't spend a single word on the undead before bombarding the lair with lasers. A single intense beam shot down, burning anything and everything in its path.
Corpse walls, gone.
Turrets, gone.
Corpse pits, gone.
Blaze looked around emotionlessly as months of work turned into dust.
The nine circles of hell Blaze had envisioned fell apart and got turned into the actual hell.
It wasn't just his lair.
Places that were deemed lost, especially the blight zones, were being torched all over the globe. This was the Collective's way of cleansing a planet.
The beams of pure plasma would turn every inch of the Earth's land unsustainable for life. Any kind of life. To them, humans didn't matter any more than an undead did.
"My lord, your command?" Marrow asked.
Although her voice was calm as ever, even she realized it was a losing battle. Yet, as his second-in-command, she couldn't let it show.
"Command? Survive," Blaze said, without sparing a glance at anyone.
