When the two new zombie kings saw it, they tilted their heads in confusion. It was a strange-looking suit made of shiny material, nothing like any armor they had seen before.
The gray-skinned zombie king frowned. "What is this thing?"
The green one scratched the side of his head. "Is it… clothes? For humans?"
They looked at each other with dumbfounded expressions. They had never seen anything like it before.
Their intelligence, though higher than normal zombies, was still stuck somewhere in the range of a young teenager.
They could plan battles and feel an endless hatred toward humans, but anything beyond that confused them.
"It is not clothes for humans," Narak said firmly. "It is for you. Put it on."
The green-skinned one made a face. "Why? What does it do?"
"You will see," Narak replied. "Now stop asking and do it."
