"This time, the intel was definitely wrong. With the Zombie King's bizarre abilities, this mission should've been rated at least four or five stars in difficulty!" Michael said, his brows furrowed.
Even now, thinking back to what had happened earlier, he couldn't shake the lingering fear. That tall, slender figure… it was utterly terrifying.
Faced with such a hopeless situation, the female Awakener couldn't hold back her tears. Her voice trembled as she choked out, "I… I don't want to die yet."
"It's okay. At least we're safe for now. Let's rest up a bit and—"
Evan started to comfort her, but his words suddenly trailed off.
A heavy sense of foreboding crept over him. As a psychic-type Awakener, his sensitivity to danger was far sharper than most. And right now, he felt it—something was approaching them.
Evan's body tensed as if he were sitting on needles. A chill ran down his spine. Instinctively, he turned to look behind him, but all he saw was darkness. Nothing was there.
