The horde of zombies was in total chaos, their guttural howls echoing through the air. As strong as they were, taking down Wraithshade was no easy task.
But the central zombie nest of Frostmere—where Abyssion ruled—wasn't far from Clearwater Lake. Once word got out, reinforcements could arrive fast.
Abyssion had once led his forces to crush Wraithshade's zombie horde in a brutal campaign. That victory had earned him the unwavering confidence of his underlings.
"He's just a loser we've beaten before. Once the boss shows up, Wraithshade's toast."
"…"
Not long after, a battered aircraft came lurching through the sky, wobbling like it was barely holding together, and crash-landed near the heart of Frostmere's zombie nest.
BOOM!
The impact shook the ground, kicking up a thick cloud of dust and debris.
Nearby zombies turned their heads, startled. What the hell? What's the rush?
"It's bad! Wraithshade's back—he's attacking Clearwater Lake!"
