"Big Lug, yours," Laura said casually, her voice low and laced with that ever-present edge of menace.
Bulldozer glanced at the crystal core she'd tossed him, then smirked, lips curling with a grunt. "Well, look at you—showing a little heart."
But the moment of levity was fleeting.
That human brute—the last real line of defense beneath the Dreadnought-class Starcruiser—was gone. And with him, the final barrier had crumbled.
The Zombie Horde surged forward like a tidal wave, unstoppable now. The remaining Awakeners tried to hold the line, but they were exhausted, their powers drained, their weapons nearly out of crystal cores.
They screamed, they fought, they fell.
One by one, they were swallowed by the horde.
Then came the next wave.
The zombies leapt onto Sprout's Sky-Piercing Vine, their movements agile and terrifyingly fast. Like a swarm of insects, they began scaling the thick vines, heading straight for the floating Dreadnought.
