Chapter 23: Become Armoured
Rumble!
The skies cracked with thunder as dark clouds churned above, groaning like a waking beast. Rain poured in thick, blinding sheets, drenching the devastated grounds of the school district. Beneath the storm, a swarm of snarling zombies wandered aimlessly, groaning and hissing, their limbs dragging through the flooded asphalt.
Then—thud.
Several zombies abruptly dropped to the ground, their skulls crushed by an unseen force. No shadow. No warning. Just death.
It was Merek.
Using the ability of the Darkweave Coat, he slipped through the rain like a ghost. For thirty precious seconds, the skill rendered him invisible to the eye and muted the sound of his boots—perfect for navigating past the horde undetected, or eliminating with surgical precision.
Trailing behind him were his undead—hulking wraiths clad in steel plate, their eyes hollow with pale fire. They followed in solemn silence, but their shell was their weakness.
The clang of their armoured boots echoed against the wet ground like war drums in a crypt.
Clang. Clang. Clang.
The sound pierced through the storm, and the effect was immediate.
The zombies turned.