An Understated Dominance Chapter 2611

The last glimmer of golden light faded from Logan’s fingertips just as the head of the final zombie near the warehouse door turned to dust. Dark brown fluid splattered onto the weathered green wall, releasing a stomach-turning stench.

Nathaniel leaned on his broken spear, chest rising and falling rapidly, with cracked zombie bones embedded in the dents of his armor.

He looked around at the scattered corpses, then raised his gaze to the white-robed figure before him. His eyes were filled with the relief and gratitude of someone who had narrowly escaped death.

“Thank you, Senior. I will never forget your kindness.”

Nathaniel bowed deeply to the white figure floating in the air, his posture full of respect.

Logan’s white robes were still spotless. His sharp eyes scanned the littered battlefield, pausing for a moment as his brows furrowed. “These were just pawns. Where’s the main zombie horde?”

Nathaniel’s expression grew grim. He turned his head toward the southern end of the city, where the sky was choked with a thick, gray fog. Faint, guttural roars echoed from within the haze.