Gerard was dead, definitely not the attacker.
A broad-bladed, short-handled machete swept across Earl Anne’s neck.
After Earl Anne’s head tumbled to the ground, his face was filled with surprise and astonishment.
His eyes widened as he stared at Jason.
You’re supposed to be dead!
Why are you still alive!
This isn’t the Mystical Side!
“Take down ‘Fort Swallow’!”
“For Her Majesty the Queen!”
In a silent roar, a hundred thousand Undead Army rushed densely towards ‘Fort Swallow’.