Chapter 10: Hunt For Souls
Thud!
The floor trembled as the giant zombie crashed to the ground, its hulking mass sending a dull echo rippling through the marble tiles of the lobby.
Merek let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His hands began to glow with a soft, muted light as he stepped forward, crouching before the damaged figure of Yuki.
With subtle tugs of his fingers, the dents and gashes in her cuirass began to reshape, the steel groaning faintly as it mended under his will. Piece by piece, her battered armour knit itself back together.
A notification shimmered in the corner of his vision:
[Your Wraith has risen to Level 10!]
He blinked, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "How do you feel?"
The twin orbs glowing behind the narrow slits of her helmet flared brighter. Her voice echoed faintly, a reverberation of great resolve. "Stronger. With a decent sword... I could have killed that thing myself."
Merek turned his gaze toward the zombie’s massive corpse. Just beside it, a crimson orb pulsed faintly with energy. As he surveyed the room, he spotted two additional orbs, both glowing green, nestled among the scattered bodies of other zombies. The aftermath of battle had left the once-grand lobby strewn with blood, shattered marble, and the silence of the dead.
He stepped over a fallen limb, crouching by the red orb. If memory served, the last red orb had gifted him the strange cylinder — the part that made his revolver a lifesaver. This one, he suspected, might be under the same weapon category.
The moment his fingers brushed its surface, a flash of light surged through him. Behind him, Tevin stirred.