The Tier 8 zombie had vanished into the horde, and there wasn't much the team could do about it.
Ethan could chase it down using [Teleportation], sure—but his offensive options were still too limited. Even if he caught up, he didn't have the firepower to finish it alone.
That only made him more determined.
"When I hit Stage C," Ethan thought grimly, "I'm picking a damn strong offensive skill. No more of this half-assed toolkit."
It didn't take long for the Tier 8 zombie's reinforcements to arrive.
Four Tier 7 zombies broke through the crowd and took position behind it. At the same time, a wave of Tier 6 zombies surged toward Sean and the others, clearly trying to cut them off and prevent any backup.
No doubt about it—the Tier 8 zombie was smart. Scary smart. Its intelligence was already approaching human level.
When its backup arrived, the Tier 8 zombie turned to Ethan and grinned.
Actually grinned.
