Of course, Bloodveil wasn't the least bit afraid. Those Xenobeasts had tried to invade their territory before, but every time, they'd been beaten back hard.
After a scorching day under the sun, the zombie horde was ready to march again.
They'd had time to recover, and now their strength was back at its peak. Bloodlust surged through them—they were itching to kill.
These war machines launched into another charge.
Ragnar scanned the battlefield, watching the massive zombie horde thunder forward. Then, with a quick glance, he looked over at Umbradrake in the distance.
"This time, I'm going solo. Not sticking with him again."
After what happened last night, Ragnar had made up his mind. He'd keep his distance from Umbradrake. Even if he had the strength, there was no way he'd get his hands on any crystal cores with that guy around.
Bloodveil noticed and called out, "You sure you can handle it on your own? Don't let the Xenobeasts pick us off one by one."
