HaozDancer

In the wake of the apocalypse, betrayal doesn't just stab you in the back—it bites. Zorvax learned this the hard way. Abandoned by those he trusted, he didn't just become another number in the legion of the undead. No, his fate was far more peculiar.

"I thought death was the end... I was wrong," Zorvax mutters, his voice a gravelly echo of his former self. He's a zombie, but with a twist—he's got his human mind intact. Trapped in a decaying body with an insatiable hunger, Zorvax finds himself in a gruesome predicament that's just the beginning of his ordeal.

Enter the 'Zombolution System,' a mysterious power he awakens that's as cryptic as it is potent. "They wanted a monster? I'll show them the true meaning of terror," Zorvax boasts, with a smirk only a sentient zombie could muster. This dark gift is his ticket to ascend beyond a mere walking corpse, promising to unlock abilities that could crown him the emperor of the undead.

As Zorvax hones his newfound skills, the line between man and monster blurs. Will his human intellect triumph, or will the beast within claim the throne? "This world has no place for the weak," he arrogantly declares, ready to challenge fate itself.

Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Zorvax stood in the vast hall of Zovania Citadel, his eyes calmly observing Ophelia and Drakina as they adeptly handled their new weapons. Their movements were fluid and graceful, a testament to their newfound strength. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy.

After a few moments, Zorvax's deep voice broke the silence. "Once you've grown accustomed to these weapons, we should strategize about the Ascendants," he said, his tone conveying both authority and patience.

At his words, Ophelia and Drakina stopped their explorations of their new armaments. The weapons smoothly vanished into their bodies, leaving no trace behind. They turned towards Zorvax, their bodies shifting to a more formal, attentive posture.

"The Ascendants are progressing slowly towards us," Zorvax continued, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of his throne, his gaze fixed on a distant point as if visualizing the scenario. "When do you think we should confront them?"

Generals On The Move