"As long as I can protect my family, what's so wrong about siding with the Zombie King?" Leah said firmly, her voice unwavering.
"You..."
Kellan clenched his jaw. Just moments ago, he was the hunter—now, he was the prey. The sudden reversal hit him like a punch to the gut, dragging his heart into a pit of despair.
"K-Kellan... are we gonna die?" one of his men asked, face pale as a ghost.
"Don't panic! Pull yourselves together!" Kellan barked, forcing himself to sound strong, even though fear gnawed at his insides.
But his words did little to calm the others. Panic still gripped them—after all, how many of Genesis Biotech's elite Awakeners had already fallen to the monster standing before them?
This wasn't just some enemy. This was a demon who killed without blinking.
"Kellan... maybe we should just run?"
"Run? You think we can still run?" Kellan muttered, his voice low and heavy. It wasn't clear if he was answering his subordinate or asking himself.
