Outside the manor house, the sandstone terraces of Bowral didn't just smell like rot anymore; they vibrated with the absolute fury of apex predators pushed to the brink of insanity.
Dimitri moved like a man on a mission. The magnificent, rare albino leopard beast-man was a blur of ghostly white hair and raw muscle, his pale, snow-white spots blending into a deadly camouflage against the rising dust of the courtyard. His claws were twice as long as a standard leopard's, gleaming with a terrifying, ivory-bone sheen. Every single swipe of his arm didn't just tear flesh; it cleanly decapitated three or four zombies at a time, his long tail whipping behind him like a steel wire to maintain an impossible, gravity-defying balance as he bounded off the stone pillars.
