The world was already on the brink of collapse when the virus struck. At first, it was dismissed as just another pandemic—fever, chills, the usual symptoms. But within days, the infected began dying in masses. Countries declared states of emergency, governments fell, and civilization collapsed.
Then, on the seventh day, the dead rose again.
But they were not the same.
Some were mindless husks, driven only by hunger. But others… they awakened with power. Their flesh was still cold, their hearts did not beat, yet they walked with a presence that sent shivers down the spines of the few remaining survivors.
Among them was Leon, a man who had died in agony but awoke in power.
Leon was an ordinary scientist—before the end. He had worked on the very virus that wiped out humanity. Betrayed by his own government and left to die when the facility collapsed, he had succumbed to the infection like so many others. But when he awoke, something was different.
His mind was intact. His body, once frail and weak, felt stronger than ever. And when he lifted his hand, energy surged through his veins. He could feel it—power beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Leon stood among the ruins of the fallen city, his golden eyes glowing in the dim moonlight. He could see the creatures around him—lesser undead, wandering aimlessly. He could sense them. No, he could control them.
He was no longer human.
He was something more.
The apocalypse had given birth to monsters. But among them, a God-King had risen.