After slotting the final Radiant Crystal into the stone slab's socket, Ethan found himself still holding one extra. That meant there had to be more fragments of the slab out there—he'd have to go hunting for the rest.
Still, he wasn't too worried about getting scammed. Nightbane had clearly been manipulated by someone else, while his own slab felt... natural, like it hadn't been tampered with. Maybe, just maybe, once he pieced the whole thing together, he'd unlock some kind of unexpected jackpot.
The battlefield was now quiet. The horde of zombies, having devoured their fill of Neurocores, began to retreat in waves, heading back to the Los Angeles corpse nest. The massive army moved like a tide, and after this brutal slaughter, their numbers had swelled—especially among the elite ranks.
Once they finished evolving, Ethan estimated there'd be at least fifty thousand elite zombies. And the total number of combat-ready undead? Pushing a hundred thousand—and still growing.
