Even Bloodveil and the other high-ranking zombies couldn't help but feel a flicker of awe. They hadn't expected the human reinforcements to flip the entire battle on its head.
And Claire? No question—she was the MVP of the eastern front.
Truth be told, Bloodveil and his fellow zombie overlords had always looked down on humans. To them, humans were weak, cowardly—nothing more than prey. Meat on legs.
But now? That image had been shattered.
Bloodveil narrowed his eyes, staring toward Heartland. Claire stood there in her flowing blue battle robe, long hair dancing in the wind, her pale skin glowing under the blood-red sky. Her profile was sharp, striking.
Surrounded by hordes of zombies—even facing off against a Deathless Sovereign—she stood tall, unshaken. Unafraid.
"Gotta admit," Bloodveil muttered, almost to himself, "that Claire's still got it."
"Uh…"
The Zombie Kings around him all froze, turning to stare at him like he'd just grown a second head.
