Sarak and Tarak both flinched. Their big bodies trembled. Slowly, they sank to their knees. Their heads lowered like children being scolded.
"We… we are sorry, Lord Narak," Sarak whispered.
"Yes… very sorry," Tarak added quickly, his voice shaking.
Narak stared down at them, his breathing heavy.
"I told you to lead the zombie horde. I told you to crush Cedar Base. And what happened? Your army was cut down like wheat before the scythe. They did not even struggle. The humans… they laughed while killing them."
The words stabbed like knives into Sarak and Tarak's hearts. They remembered the battlefield clearly.
The rolling pins smashing skulls. The spatulas are slicing through their soldiers. The glowing juice is making the humans stronger and stronger. It was a nightmare they could not forget.
Sarak finally spoke, his voice low. "Then… what should we do now?"
"Yes, Lord Narak," Tarak asked as well. "Tell us. We will follow."
