The bulk freighter slammed into the dirt and skidded forward a long way, carving a deep trench in the earth from the sheer force of inertia.
"Who the hell just unleashed a psychic interference field?!"
Bloodveil and his inner circle of Zombie Kings weren't exactly fragile. They'd been thrown from the freighter, but none of them were seriously hurt. They scrambled out of the wreckage, brushing off dust and scanning the horizon.
Their eyes locked onto a figure standing atop a nearby ridge—a lone Zombie King. He looked male, wiry and small-framed, but his eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence. One glance, and it was obvious: this guy was a psychic specialist.
Energy pulsed around him, radiating a powerful aura.
"Boss, could that be one of Heartland's Deathless Sovereigns?" one of Bloodveil's underlings asked, a little on edge.
