"Wait here."
As soon as Ethan said the words, he vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind but the swirling snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
The zombies, including One-Ear, stared at each other in stunned silence.
"That was... insane."
"..."
The frozen city was crawling with the undead, their guttural roars echoing through the icy streets—a chorus of hunger and desperation.
With the long journey, the brutal winter, and the mountains buried under snow, supplies were running dangerously low.
But inside one particular building, a fire crackled in a stone fireplace, the flames dancing over glowing coals. The warmth lit up the room in a soft, golden glow.
Around a large wooden table sat more than a dozen vampires, members of the Malrick clan. They were feasting—ravenous, greedy, tearing into slabs of raw meat to replenish their strength.
