Time to kick things off

The thick black fog that had blanketed everything was finally starting to thin. Bit by bit, visibility returned—and just ahead, a few zombie figures came into view.

It was Big Ears, Shrimpy, and the rest of the so-called "Overlord Squad." The four of them stood at the center of a massive horde, hundreds of zombies swarming around them like a tide.

But then, in front of the undead crowd, a lone figure slowly emerged.

He wore a white shirt, crisp and clean like fresh snow, his expression calm and unreadable.

The moment Leah saw him, her already tense emotions exploded into a storm. Memories she'd buried deep came rushing back, crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"It's really him…"

That white shirt—she'd never forget it. That image had been burned into her mind, impossible to erase.

The one who slaughtered thousands of Awakeners, the one who stood alone and undefeated—the Zombie King.

And now, he was back.