Chapter 75 – An Unusual Guest at the Gate
Far from Celestine’s base, in a dead city that had become one of my territories, Tyrant stood atop a crumbling building. His coal-like eyes glowed dimly as he gazed westward—toward where I was.
My summons traveled through the air, like an unheard voice rippling through waves of energy. And Tyrant responded.
With a slow motion, he raised his left hand. From the shadows of the ruined building, four cloaked figures emerged—Witches. Their dresses were pure white, given by me. Their bodies hunched, yet radiated a dark, magical aura. Soon after, five more figures followed—Hunters, with slender bodies, sharp eyes, and movements as swift and silent as shadows slipping between the light.
They all stood before Tyrant, silent and awaiting orders.
"Go. Meet the Queen," Tyrant said in a deep but calm voice. "You are the fastest. I’ll remain here to lead this territory."
Without protest, the Witches and Hunters bowed obediently. They didn’t speak—there was no need. Communication between us wasn’t through words, but through will and instinct. Once the command was given, they moved. And in a flash, their bodies disappeared into the mist, darting through the dead city and ruins, heading toward me.
It took about 40 minutes for them to reach the perimeter of Celestine’s base. And as I expected, the response wasn’t immediately friendly.
"Nine entities approaching from the east!" one of the sentries shouted from the watchtower.
Other guards quickly aimed their weapons. "They’re zombies... but weird... They’re not attacking!"
"Why... are they dressed like humans?"
The Hunters wore long black coats I had scavenged from a mall, while the Witches donned long white hooded robes that hid their faces. There were no attacking movements—just slow, coordinated steps toward the front gate.