At that moment, Dreadkelp stood frozen in place, an unsettling feeling creeping over him.
Bonefin had gone silent too…
"What the hell is going on?"
A wave of unease surged in his chest. Maybe… this was something he needed to report to the boss.
Just as Dreadkelp was mulling it over, he suddenly sensed a strange presence.
His plant-based perception was razor-sharp.
Lifting his gaze, he spotted a tall, lean figure approaching.
"Who is that…?"
Ethan walked forward at an unhurried pace, his expression calm, his eyes fixed on the zombie ahead. Taking in its appearance, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Isn't this just… seaweed?"
Dreadkelp's unease intensified, and it didn't take him long to piece things together. Bonefin and the zombie horde hadn't returned—most likely, they'd been taken out by this guy.
This wasn't some minor skirmish on the outskirts. This was a full-on invasion by the Zombie King.
"ROAR—"
