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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

"It's there," Said Penny pointing straight upwards, "That is the source of this distorted space."

Following her outstretched finger, the cohort stared upwards, shielding their eyes from the fake sun. The ball of fire that had hung far above them was more there for decoration than purpose, there was seemingly no true difference in temperature between the shade and the light.

Azel exhaled through his nose. "That complicates things."

"Not necessarily," Gryphon countered, rubbing his chin. "If it's there, then it's just a matter of reaching it."

"As I said. That complicates things." Azel twitched, "I don't know about you, but I don't exactly have wings."

Colwyn grunted, crossing his arms. "Nor do I. And I doubt climbing is an option."

They all gazed at the sky, where the false sun burned with an eerie stillness. There was no sign of any structure, no platform, no bridge—just empty air stretching endlessly toward the glowing sphere.

067 Wax Wings