Five days had passed since the appearance of the unknown zombie forces at the city gate. Sylvia had spent those days preparing her core army, organizing scouts, and reinforcing the city's defenses. No longer did she idle on the castle balcony sipping black tea or engage in long, leisurely conversations with Sofia in the castle gardens. Her focus now was fixed entirely on one thing: the Third Zombie King.
The once-quiet nights in the city were now filled with activity. Bonfires burned along the outer walls, illuminating rows of high-rank zombies standing in formation. The humans a living in the settlements watched the military preparations with a mix of awe and unease. No one dismissed Sylvia's existence as mere myth or rumor anymore. The Dark Queen, the ruler of the undead, was real… and now, she was preparing for war.
