Chapter 20: A Support Can Be Strong After All
All four of them stepped out.
The moment the door closed behind them, a gust of cold wind swept across their faces, tugging at their clothes and clinging to their skin like icy fingers. Merek lifted his gaze to the sky—dark, brooding, and heavy with clouds.
It was about to rain.
As that thought crossed his mind, a jagged streak of lightning tore through the heavens, followed by a thunderclap that made the air quake. A heartbeat later, the skies broke. Rain poured down in thick sheets, soaking them instantly as it splattered across their skin.
"Let’s go," Felicity said sharply, already moving ahead.
But she only made it a few steps before she halted.
A dozen zombies emerged from the misty downpour ahead—shambling, snarling, their limbs twitching as they staggered forward. Their soaked uniforms clung to their rotting flesh, and their hollow eyes glowed faintly with lifeless hunger.
Tevin didn’t hesitate. With a grunt, he hurled his bone-forged spear. The weapon shot through the rain, whistling sharply before it pierced the skull of one zombie with a sickening crunch, pinning the corpse to the asphalt road.
Without a word, Felicity vanished.
She blinked across the space between them, appearing once, twice, each teleport a blur of motion, before reappearing in the heart of the zombies. Her twin curved swords, glinting even in the murky gray of the storm, danced through the air like silk ribbons. Flesh parted. Bone shattered. Heads rolled.
In under three seconds, eleven zombies fell, cleanly, silently, mercilessly.