The night sky remained pitch black, shrouded in thick clouds that reflected the faint light of the full moon. Amid the ruins of the previous battlefield, Sylvia stood atop a pile of stones and melted corpses. The air was thick with the scent of iron, ash, and something… not entirely of this world.
Around her, the ten elite zombies knelt in silence.
Suddenly, a surge of dark energy burst from their bodies—wild, oppressive, like dragons awakening from an ancient slumber. The ground cracked beneath them, and the air hummed under the pressure of power rising.
One by one, their bodies began to transform.
Crack!
Graaahhkkk!
The sounds of stretching bones, swelling muscles, and reshaping flesh echoed through the quiet night. A dark mist, tinged with violet, wrapped around them—marking the transition from mindless corpses to entities of form and purpose.
Sylvia activated [Appraisal], her blood-red eyes gleaming as they pierced through the aura of evolution.
[Elite Zombie Evolution]
