Boom!
A dome instantly covered Aron, blocking the incoming attack.
He blinked in shock. Something had moved so fast it almost slipped past his defenses.
Glancing down, his eyes landed on the attacker, a zombie child, no more than seven or eight years old. Half the skin on its face was gone, chunks of raw flesh exposed across its body. It was revolting to look at, and yet Aron couldn't help but feel a painful twinge of pity in his chest.
The zombified child pressed its sharp nails against the dome, trying to pierce through.
Aron immediately dropped the barrier to counterattack. But before his strike could land, the zombie blurred out of sight and escaped.
(So fast.)
Aron's heart trembled. That attack speed wasn't normal. No, this zombie definitely had a speed-based talent.
