"He's dead?"
Vulturea's bloodshot eyes went wide, the flicker of hope that had just sparked in her chest snuffed out in an instant.
The Zombie King who'd come to save her wasn't weak—far from it—but he hadn't even lasted a second. That tentacle had been something else entirely.
With a slight flex, the monstrous limb lifted the Zombie King clean off the ground. Thick, black blood poured from the gaping wound, splattering the forest floor beneath him.
Then, with a violent jerk, the tentacle yanked him back into the shadows of the forest.
CRACK—CRUNCH—SQUELCH.
The sounds of bones snapping and flesh being chewed echoed through the trees.
"...What the hell…"
Vulturea's face twisted in horror.
Could it be… the Overmind Queen?
Ethan's gaze followed the direction the tentacle had come from. Through the gaps in the trees, he caught a glimpse of a figure—female.
