As the lobster scuttled to the base of the towering building at Ethan's feet, a crimson glint flickered in his eyes. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Domain of the Dead. It was over in an instant.
CRACK!
The lobster's shell shattered like brittle glass, and it collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
Behind him, the horde of zombies continued their relentless pursuit. Among them, the squad leader—a particularly fast and aggressive one—was leading the charge. From a distance, he spotted the motionless lobster.
"Ha! Worn out already?" he sneered, his face lighting up with glee. Without wasting a second, he surged forward, closing the gap in no time. When he was just 30 feet away, he leapt into the air like a predator pouncing on its prey, both hands outstretched, ready to snatch the lobster.
Victory was within his grasp. Or so he thought.
Just as he was about to land on the lobster, it vanished into thin air.
THUD!