Perched upon his throne, Zorvax gazed out towards the distant city of Ascendara, a slight smile playing on his lips. "So, that is the city housing the Ascendant with the holy element," he mused aloud, his voice tinged with both curiosity and amusement. "The only Ascendant capable of killing zombies."
As the undead army and Zorvax approached Ascendara, the tension in the air was palpable. The city, now in sight, bristled with defenses and anticipation. Zorvax, observing the preparations, chuckled softly. "Impressive," he remarked, his eyes scanning the city's fortifications.
After a brief pause, Zorvax rose from his throne with an elegant, almost serpentine movement. His gesture was deliberate, a clear signal to his undead legion that the moment for action had arrived. With a swift, fluid motion, he propelled himself into the sky, soaring towards a strategic location near Ascendara.