The zombie's head exploded as Kyle channeled mana through his blade. Green fluid splattered across the broken concrete, and he quickly stepped back to avoid the spray. He learned the hard way that whatever infected these creatures was best avoided.
"That's fifteen today," he muttered, wiping his dagger on a cleaner part of his torn suit. What had once been expensive fabric was now a collection of rips and stains, barely resembling the outfit Bella had bought him.
Hunting the zombies was becoming easier. Three days inside this dungeon had taught him their patterns—how they moved, how they attacked, and most importantly, how they died.
The vines wrapped around their bodies were the key. Cut those, and the creatures dropped like puppets with severed strings.
But still no sign of Katherine
