The silence inside the Control Center lasted a second before being shattered by screams of agony.
The base Captain didn't have time to reach for the hilt of his sword. Ethan's figure vanished in a flash of purplish mana, reappearing inches from his face. A clean sweep of the Black Chaos Sword severed the Captain's head, causing his body to collapse over the central console.
"Kill them all!" said Ethan in a cold voice.
The undead lunged at the remaining operators and engineers like a starved pack. The strikes of necrotic claws and dark blades painted the holographic displays with blood, extinguishing every panic-stricken scream inside the command tower.
Outside, across the plaza and the hangars, the slaughter was equally devastating and methodical. Trapped beneath the isolation dome Crul had raised, the thousands of soldiers at North Crest Base had nowhere to run. The wave of skeletons and undead marched in tight ranks, butchering every squad attempting to form up.
