"Wait a sec…"
The zombies suddenly froze, sensing something was off. Their cloudy, lifeless eyes turned toward the darkness—where Ethan was stepping out of the shadows.
He wore a crisp white shirt that stood out starkly against the swirling black mist, his whole presence radiating a cold, commanding aura.
The other zombies followed their gaze—and immediately freaked out.
"He's here. He came out…"
"Yeah, that was him who saw me earlier."
"Run! Now!"
"…"
In a flash, the group scattered in all directions, trying to use the thick fog as cover to make their escape. They moved fast, agile and practiced—clearly not their first time pulling this kind of stunt. Running away had become second nature.
Ethan raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he'd seen zombies like this.
With a thought, he unleashed the terrifying power of the Domain of the Dead.
A crushing pressure exploded outward, sweeping across the area.
