Falseword unleashed a surge of overwhelming psychic energy, locking Laura in place. Around her, elite zombies swarmed like a pack of rabid beasts, clawing and tearing at her flesh, leaving deep, bloody gashes across her body.
But Falseword's Death Whisper hadn't stopped.
Laura's mind was spinning, her thoughts a blur, ears ringing with a high-pitched whine. Pain exploded across her body as the zombies tore into her—she could feel herself being ripped apart, piece by piece, like she was about to be devoured by this undead frenzy.
With her current strength, there was no way she could take on the Four War Generals and the terrifying Zombie Horde alone.
"Die already!"
Falseword's eyes gleamed with vicious triumph. He was about to score the first major kill—an S-Class Zombie King, no less—and everything was going perfectly. Laura was seconds away from being swallowed by the sea of corpses.
Then suddenly—BOOM!
