As the words left zombie Ethan's decaying lips, "Now what are you going to do?" the Prime's aura exploded outward in a furious, uncontrolled burst.
With a deafening roar of rage, the Prime unleashed a shockwave of power that tore through the land like a divine tempest.
The very earth cracked and burned beneath its fury. All the zombies that had accompanied it—including zombie Ethan—were obliterated, reduced to ash and scattered entrails in a single, violent instant.
The Prime stood alone, panting with wrath, the air around it warped by its barely contained energy. And yet… no new zombie Ethan appeared.
Silence.
No ripple in space.
No smirk from beyond the grave.
No mocking tone.
The Prime narrowed its glowing eyes. "You can stall as long as you want…" it growled, voice reverberating through the shattered plain, "But no matter how long you take, I will wait here. I will end you myself."
And so, it waited.
An hour passed. Then two. Then three.
