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Azel woke up in a crypt with no memory of who or even what he is. When he encounters a rather unfriendly duo he discovers that his true nature is that of a ticking time bomb.

Desperate to maintain his humanity, Azel agrees to accompany the two to a civilisation that actively despises his nature. And it certainly doesn't help when he finds himself in the middle of a power struggle between individuals he can't even fathom.

A Zombie's Path to Power

Gryphon and Colwyn had long gone too sleep. Only Azel remained awake, staring listlessly into the crackling embers of their improvised campfire. Penny took a short break from trying to control her mana too watch the ashen haired squire, she wanted to ask for his tips, but Gryphon had said that Azel was probably the last person she should ask.

With a quiet huff, she turned her attention back to her arm. The Waystone still refused to cooperate fully, but she had felt it respond, however briefly. That meant she was close.

She exhaled and shut her eyes again, reaching inward. The warmth flickered to life, sluggish but present. This time, she didn't rush. She let it spread, coaxing it toward the tattoo rather than forcing it.

The compass shimmered faintly. The needle trembled.

066 Willing Control