Chapitre 53: Zombies' Kill Steal

Zorvax and Ophelia treaded cautiously through the dilapidated streets, once vibrant with life, now nothing more than a concrete graveyard. As they weaved through the city's skeleton, Zorvax abruptly raised a hand, signalling a silent command.

"Hold up," he said, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the hollow buildings.

Ophelia stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on him. She watched as Zorvax's eyes fell shut, his brow furrowing in concentration. There was a tension in his posture, a telltale sign he was tapping into the Zombie Ruler ability, reaching out to the undead minions that lurked unseen.

"What can you sense?" Ophelia asked, her voice barely louder than the whisper of wind through the broken city, her curiosity piqued.

A faint smirk appeared on Zorvax's face like he savored a secret. "A clash has happened. Not far. Many of our kind have been silenced," he revealed, a note of intrigue lacing his words.