NOVEL WEB Chapter 2: A Throne Among Ruins
Leon clenched his fists, watching as the mindless undead around him bowed instinctively. It was not a conscious act—he had not commanded them. It was as if they simply knew their place.
A broken mirror in the rubble caught his reflection. His once-brown eyes now glowed like molten gold, his skin pale yet unblemished. The veins in his arms pulsed with dark energy, swirling like shadows under his flesh.
He had become something beyond human comprehension.
A memory flickered in his mind—of the virus, of its intended purpose. It was never meant to create mindless zombies. It was meant to evolve humanity. The project had failed… or had it?
A monstrous growl pulled him from his thoughts. A hulking undead, far larger than the others, emerged from the darkness. Its body was twisted, mutated by the virus, its claws dripping with black ichor.
Leon raised his hand. The creature lunged.
With a mere thought, the beast froze mid-air. It let out a strangled growl, its massive limbs trembling as an unseen force held it in place. Leon's golden eyes burned brighter. He closed his hand into a fist.
The creature collapsed, its body crumbling to dust.
Silence followed.
The lesser undead around him knelt.
A slow smirk formed on Leon's lips.
He was not just one of them.
He was their King.
And if the world had fallen… he would build a new one in its place.
A kingdom of the undead.
A realm of gods.
The true apocalypse had only just begun.