The zombie horde surged through Los Angeles like a tidal wave, and Ethan was right at the center of it. Flanking him were the likes of Bulldozer and PhD—Zombie Kings in their own right—tearing through everything in their path like a wrecking ball through glass.
With Nightbane gone, there was no one left to stand in their way. No force, no creature, no power could slow Ethan down now.
Under the suffocating shroud of the Domain of the Dead, zombies were shredded like meat in a blender, their remains flung in every direction. Even the pink floral sea conjured by Daisy, the Zombie Queen, was crushed into dust, her blossoms withering into nothing.
High above the chaos, Hellhound darted through the air, but in the next instant, a crushing pressure slammed into him like a freight train. His body dropped, heavy and sluggish.
Panic flared in Hellhound's eyes. He twisted around—and there was Ethan, wielding the Star Map tablet, charging straight at him.
"Shit!"
