Harold folded his arms and watched the screen.
"It senses us," he said. "The undead have an uncanny instinct for living flesh. Like wolves catching the scent of blood on the wind, they will move toward even the faintest trace."
Sienna's eyes brightened.
Of course.
The opening to the Spatial Farm must leak some trace of life.
The undead were gathering around that scent.
And if they were drawn to it…
Then she could exploit it.
A familiar concept from her previous life surfaced in her mind.
Aggro.
The gaming term for drawing enemies toward a chosen target.
Sienna felt a spark of excitement.
She turned toward Harold.
"Grandpa Harold, if we wait for the undead to wander into the living room one by one, it will take forever. But if someone goes outside and deliberately attracts them, we can lead many of them to the castle at once."
Harold's expression shifted.
The idea was sound.
But caution tempered his enthusiasm.
