In the heart of the Citadel's grand hall, the cocoon, pulsating with dark energy, finally began to crack. A hushed silence fell over the room as everyone watched with bated breath.
From the cracked cocoon, the new soldiers emerged, their bodies larger and more formidable than before. Their scales glistened blacker and shinier, resembling Grymlok's own impressive armor. Unlike the typical undead, these creatures bore no resemblance to zombies; they looked more like fearsome, living warriors.
Zorvax observed this transformation, his expression calm yet thoughtful. "It appears that beyond Tier 3, our soldiers and sergeants lose their zombie-like appearance," he mused aloud. "Only we, the leaders, retain the grey skin characteristic of zombies, though without the decay of lesser undead."
