Cassel — POV
The moment the tiny zombie child crumbled into ash—its small, brittle body breaking apart like burnt paper caught in a sudden gust—every single person under its influence dropped to the ground as if their strings had been violently cut.
One after another, their limbs slackened, their eyes rolled back, and their bodies hit the cold floor with hollow, echoing thuds. For a breathless heartbeat, the entire room was nothing but a weightless fall and collapsing exhaustion.
A pulse of silence followed.
Heavy.
Thick.
It pressed on the air like settling dust.
Robin was the first to speak, his voice a low, awed whisper that trembled with a mix of admiration and fear.
"Wow… boss is terrifying as always."
His words floated in the air like a confession.
Behind him, the two other men flushed with discomfort. They exchanged awkward glances—shame twisting their expressions.
