Over the following weeks, the last zombie territories across the Southern Argenti Forest fell one after another.
Every campaign launched by the Eastern Alliance or the mysterious western kingdom ended the same way, another zombie nest destroyed, another region reclaimed.
The greatest enemy that had plagued the Southern Argenti Forest for generations was nearing elimination.
Ironically… The closer the zombies came to disappearing, the closer two rising kings came to colliding.
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In the west, inside the war hall, an enormous map covered one of the stone walls. The west had already been painted completely black. The east shimmered in silver. Only one region remained untouched, the Central Territory, a vast wilderness separating the two kingdoms.
A general stepped forward and knelt.
"Your Majesty, our scouts have returned."
"The Eastern Alliance has stopped advancing. They've stationed their forces along the eastern border of the Central Territory."
