Chapter 42. No More Running?

By now, the fifth-rank zombie had come within thirty meters of Lancelot’s troop. It paused, surveying them before locking eyes with the figure in the center.

This extraordinary zombie, its intellect advanced beyond all norms, managed to pinpoint Lancelot’s leadership position within a blink of an eye. At its disposal, the crystallized energy of the wolf, held within its hands. With a simple squeeze, the crystal disintegrated to dust, absorbed within seconds, its palm generating a sphere of lightning.

Hubert had seen Enda and Rowan unleash their electrokinetic abilities, but never with such formidable intensity. The sphere, charged with ever-mounting energy, seemed capable of summoning storms.

In an instant, the sky overhead was engulfed by roiling black clouds, obscuring everything. Darkness reigned, interrupted only by the eerie white-purple glow of the charged sphere. Just as the zombie prepared to launch its electric onslaught, another creature from behind snatc