Bloodveil's crew of zombie underlings rushed forward the moment he stepped off the freighter.
"Boss, this aircraft is sick!"
"Of course it is. Big, isn't it?" Bloodveil said, puffing out his chest.
"Big? It's massive!" The zombies nodded enthusiastically.
Bloodveil grinned wider. "This baby came straight off a Dreadnought-class Starcruiser. Top-tier tech. The Heartland Zombie Kings used it before. Your boss here? Took it from them—fair and square."
"Whoa… badass." The underlings looked genuinely impressed. Anything that came from the Heartland Zombie Kings had an automatic aura of prestige. And if Bloodveil had managed to jack it from them? That just made him look even more powerful.
Seeing the admiration in their eyes, Bloodveil was beyond satisfied. This was the kind of respect he expected as the Overlord of Eastreach. His swagger was fully restored.
But not everyone was buying it.
