Chapitre 285: Final Stand

Zorvax, standing atop the ruins that bordered the once-thriving lands of Ascendara, raised his voice in a shout that echoed across the battlefield, filled with a mix of admiration and scorn. "Not bad, Ascendara! You've managed to hold your ground," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But how about this?"

With a dramatic flourish, Zorvax extended his arms wide, his cloak billowing around him like the wings of some dark angel. The air around him crackled with power as he began to draw in the essence of the fallen zombies, their forms dissolving into streams of dark energy that swirled towards him. The soldiers of Ascendara, weary yet determined, watched in horror and fascination as Zorvax harnessed this sinister energy, condensing it into a form both new and terrifying.