The battlefield outside Ghoul Shelter had become a bit too chaotic at a certain point.
Tyrant Zombies smashed into the front lines with their bodies absorbing artillery fire. The three Zombie Lords, the Bloated Chin, Tongue Reaper, and Raven Horror, carved a path to reach Lysandra's ranks.
They could not be underestimated at all…
They possessed not just incredible strength but powers that scattered soldiers and damaged mechs.
Alexander stood on the ramparts watching the situation… He had several plans in his mind to protect himself, his Clan, and his shelter…
However, all of those would force him to sacrifice a lot of resources, which he was willing to do.
Still, there was one way for him to rebuild his forces even if they actually failed to protect this shelter. But he needed Roan for that to happen.
"Do not force me, Shane…" Alexander muttered.
