The Canadian Zombie Horde kept charging in relentless waves, only to be mowed down again and again. The battlefield looked like a bottomless pit—no matter how many bodies piled up, it never seemed full.
Across from them, the American Zombie Kings stood their ground, enduring the onslaught with grim determination.
Laura was drenched in foul, black blood, her mind slipping into a frenzy. Her alloy bone blades flashed like silver lightning, slicing through corpses without pause—she'd long since lost count of how many she'd cut down.
Sprout's vines were still growing wildly, lashing out and feeding on flesh and blood. But even with all the energy it absorbed, it couldn't keep up with the drain. It was locked in a brutal stalemate.
This was no ordinary skirmish—it was an all-out war. The major Zombie Kings had all stepped onto the stage, each unleashing their full power.
