The desolate street, with a tall building towering at the end.
A figure stood there, overlooking the area below, where a large number of zombies crowded, many of which were Evolutionary Zombies.
"There are more than I imagined, one, two… four."
Standing high, the wind was fiercer.
Looking into the distance, where could one see such a scene before? Climbing casually to someone else's rooftop could easily have been treated as a suicide attempt.
"The amount of clearing work is really massive. If I were a sanitation worker, I'd definitely ask for a raise."
He slowly drew Frostmourne.
The blade flashed with a silver-white brilliance, dazzling, resplendent.
He dived down, against the wind, and shouted at the zombies, who looked up with their heads raised, watching the figure descending from the sky. In a moment, the silver light appeared, becoming an invisible edge sweeping across. Zombie bodies split open, and viscous fluid splattered everywhere.
"What an unfriendly bunch."
