Chapter POV: Isabella Taurus
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The warp knocked me to the ground. I landed like a superhero, just like Honey suggested. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable.
'I guess that is the least of my worries.'
"{Connect}"
[Welcome to the Defender Network for Zone 1033-1, downloading situational data]
"Tsk, such a rudimentary map, even the models are shit."
I analyzed the battlefield and saw over 100 Rank F undead and a single Rank E. If someone had told me a month ago that I would be fighting zombies in hell, I would have told them they had little monkeys in their brains.
Yet here I was, fighting a horde of zombies with a .44 Magnum.
"[Inventory] 629."
I drew the chrome revolver I got from Honey. This was one of the guns that accompanied him in his battles. Just how much courage and will did he have to muster to fight as Formless. Unlike us who simply followed, he was the one who led the way.
