The overwhelming presence of the three Deathless Sovereigns surged like a tidal wave, their terrifying aura blanketing the battlefield in an instant.
Every zombie on the field felt a jolt of dread, as if a razor-sharp spike hovered just inches from their foreheads—one wrong move, and annihilation would strike without warning.
"Is our Deathless Sovereign, Endless, finally making his move?"
"Looks like it's time to strike back!"
"Yeah! He's gonna turn the tide and take down that Zombie King for sure!"
"..."
The morale in Heartland, which had been dragging in the dirt, suddenly surged back to life. Many of the zombies had followed Endless for a long time. They knew his legend—since the day he emerged, he'd carved a path through every battlefield, undefeated and unstoppable.
They believed this time would be no different. He would pull them back from the brink.
"Raaaargh!"
Heartland's elite zombies roared in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
