The battlefield Sylvia had left behind had now transformed into something straight out of an apocalypse.
The blue sky that once stretched peacefully above had become the silent witness to absolute chaos.
In the war zone where humans and vampires had once clashed with magic and steel, there was no longer a battle between two factions. What remained were only screams. Panic. The frenzied stomping of boots. And the foul stench of rotting corpses carried on the wind.
What had started as a single attack from the sky twelve humans struck by black chains had become a nightmare spreading like wildfire through a dry field.
Those struck by Sylvia's attack didn't die. They rose again.
But not as humans.
As zombies.
And unlike the typical undead of this world who usually rose through dark magic or a necromancer's curse these creatures moved differently. Faster. Wilder. More… infectious.
A priest from the human army cried out, channeling holy light through his staff, "Lux Sanctifica!"
