Chapter 117: Something’s Different About Her
Her instincts screamed that this was wrong, that something had shifted—something they had yet to understand. The others had not seen their own broken bodies, but she had.
She had seen them sprawled in pools of blood, their bodies riddled with countless holes and their eyes lifeless. She had heard their dying screams. There was no mistaking it. They had died. Every single one of them. She had watched it happen.
So how could they be sitting here now, breathing and whole, as if none of it had ever happened?
The question gnawed at her with quiet fury. How could someone who had clearly died come back to life without explanation? How could a terrifying zombie—something they had all known was impossible to defeat—suddenly be gone?
Liora remembered those last moments far too clearly. When she thought everything was lost and she would die, then those strange shadows had appeared and she was the one who had called them. They had answered her commands.
They had answered her call without hesitation, emerging from the depths around her like they had always belonged to her. She had felt them ripple with silent hunger as they tore through the zombie.
She remembered their cold presence, their weightless movements, the way they slithered forward and tore apart the zombies with no mercy. The final scream of the undead had been deafening, almost beautiful in its agony. It wasn’t the team that killed the terrifying zombie. It was the ghost-like appearance.
To confirm her theory that the shadows were really those souls, Liora closed her eyes and focused inward, allowing her mind to slip into her soul realm. It was quiet, untouched, the same as it had always been.
At first glance, nothing seemed different. The ground was still there and the usual endless darkness and the souls calmly floating inside, far calmer than those terrifying shadows that made even Liora hard to mark them as the same ghost creatures that had listened to her.