A long, jagged tear split across the left side of Ethan's white dress shirt, and crimson blood began to seep through, blooming like a fiery red rose unfurling slowly across the fabric.
Ethan's eyes locked onto the spreading stain, pupils narrowing to pinpricks. Time itself seemed to slow, each second stretching out like an eternity.
"…My shirt's ruined."
The next instant, a wave of raw, feral energy exploded from his body, crashing over the battlefield like a tidal wave.
Everyone froze. Breaths caught in throats. A suffocating fear gripped the air.
"W-What the hell is going on?"
"That guy—the Zombie King from L.A.—he's still alive?!"
"He took that hit and didn't die?"
"Then that means…"
"…"
Only now did the Awakener squad from Genesis Biotech realize the truth: the fight wasn't over. The real bloodbath was just beginning.
Even Sable, their top-tier SS-class Awakener, was drenched in cold sweat, his clothes clinging to him, face twisted in disbelief.
