Twelve hours before the event began, night had already fallen over the Draconic Fort.
The fortress was certainly busy with its walls lit by torches and mana lamps almost everywhere.
After all, even if the event would still happen the next morning, it wouldn't be surprising if another horde of Zombies suddenly attacked them.
They had to be prepared.
Furthermore, there was an important matter they had to deal with tonight…
Inside the main tower, Tris and his commanders gathered around a heavy oak table…
Tris, the leader, looked at his commanders…
He then scanned the map spread before them.
They had prepared various traps and a defensive plan from all corners of their Fort. However, they could not be complacent since this was the first event they have after entering this Zombie Apocalypse world.
Beside him sat Nika, his second‑in‑command… Then, there was Garron, the grizzled weapons master who seemed like he already wanted to leave.
