Capítulo 93: The Art Of Beheading

On one side of the battle in the virtual world, Anna stood before a horde of zombies, each towering over her with their imposing height and twisted features. Oddly enough, some of them were almost handsome for zombies, though their fiery red eyes and evil gleam ruined the effect.

Anna remained still, gripping her staff, her expression calm and composed—contrary to what anyone might have expected in such a dire situation. She wasn't rattled; she was calculating. The white zombies were known for their unnatural speed and ferocity, but she held her ground, refusing to show any weakness.

'They're coming,' she thought, gripping her staff more tightly. She watched the white zombies close in, her icy composure unwavering. As a mage with water and ice elements at her command, she had learned to adopt a chilling calm in the face of danger.