"Ugh…" The Fifth-Gen Cyborg frowned slightly as he watched his fireball get knocked off course by a surge of overwhelming power, shooting up into the sky like a comet.
As the black mist cleared, a figure in white slowly emerged from the haze. His face was calm, his eyes distant—cold, even.
"Boss!"
Big Ears lit up with joy the moment he saw him, his face full of admiration, practically sparkling with heart-eyes.
Ethan spoke in a relaxed tone, "Sorry I'm late. Had to take a call."
"Oh…"
The zombies responded in unison, not particularly surprised. Deep down, they'd known they weren't going to die—not with the boss around. He always showed up when it counted.
The Snowy Owl, on the other hand, was completely stunned. This was her first time seeing the legendary Zombie King in action—so powerful, so effortlessly cool.
So this is… the strongest zombie in America?
Ethan turned his head toward the Fifth-Gen Cyborg, his gaze sharp as he studied him up and down.
"You're LORN, right?"
