The Crimson Count's body was nothing short of monstrous—his regenerative powers were downright freakish. Even if you chopped off his head or pulverized his heart, he wouldn't die right away.
The only way to truly kill him was to rip out his crystal core.
But that insane healing came at a steep cost. After his head reattached to his body, the blood aura around him noticeably dimmed. That one strike from Mia hadn't finished him off, but it had taken most of his life with it.
"Now... it's finally time for the slaughter."
The Crimson Count turned his gaze toward the entrance of the shelter, a cruel smile twisting his lips. Behind him, the zombie horde surged forward like a tidal wave, the air thick with the stench of bloodlust.
The human Awakeners standing guard went pale as sheets. Cold sweat poured down their faces. Despair hit them like a punch to the gut.
"It's over... Mia's dead... Robert's down too... our shelter... it's finished..."
"Why... why is this happening?!"
