"What?"
The Lizardfolk Chieftain's face turned an even deeper shade of green. That meant it wasn't just the parasitic monsters—they might also be facing a full-blown zombie horde.
This was a nightmare stacked on top of a disaster.
"Don't panic just yet," Ethan said after a moment's thought. "The zombies might not be coming for you."
The horde on the other side of the jungle was under the command of the Overlord of Eastreach—Bloodveil. He and his undead followers had retreated into Xenorift, likely to lay low.
Bloodveil's main goal was to avoid drawing attention. He probably wouldn't go on a killing spree—too risky for him.
"Of course…" Ethan added casually, "that doesn't mean he won't go after some low-hanging fruit."
Even if they were hiding out, the Eastreach zombies still needed fresh meat to survive. They'd definitely target weaker species for food.
"Wait—who's the low-hanging fruit?" the Chieftain blinked, confused.
Ethan turned to him slowly, staring in silence.
"..."
