The earth shook as the white figure slammed into the ground with a thunderous crash. Golden winds whirled around him like a protective shield.

The zombies charging forward slammed into an invisible wall, and their gray-green bodies exploded into chunks. Dark brown fluid mixed with bone fragments splattered across the city wall, filling the air with acrid, white smoke.

"It's the powerhouse!" someone shouted from inside the courtyard.

The terrified civilians who had been cowering moments before suddenly burst into wild cheers. They all remembered what had happened during Thornwick's scarlet mist crisis.

A mysterious white figure had appeared like something out of legend, clearing all the deadly mist and saving their city from certain doom. With the zombies closing in on the walls, the sight of that familiar white figure felt like seeing a savior.

"He's here at last," Matthias muttered.

He tightened his grip on his blood-slicked saber and watched the white figure cut through the z