I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 138 – The Cold Fog Toward the Throne of Bones

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 – The Cold Fog Toward the Throne of Bones

Cloudy skies accompanied their journey. The dim sunlight was trapped behind heavy gray clouds, casting a dull blue hue over the vast land blanketed in fog. The wind blew gently but bitingly cold, carrying a chill that pierced to the bone as if the world itself was holding its breath in anticipation of the coming war.

In the sky, a massive zombie dragon flew slowly, its broad wings gliding with steady flaps. On its back, Sylvia sat toward the rear, clad in black and violet robes, eyes narrowed as she gazed at the gray horizon. In front of her, Sofia sat silently in her white-and-gold battle attire, calm but not tense. To the side, Zark stood holding a chained map, occasionally glancing down to ensure the troops followed the correct path.

Behind them flew the others an elite force of high-ranked zombies from various races, rune-robed zombie mages, and well-trained humans who had pledged loyalty to Sylvia. Though they numbered fewer than a hundred, each of them was battle-tested not just in strength, but in loyalty. Some were survivors of old cities, former hunters or former slaves who had now found their place under the banner of the Dark Queen.

"The land below used to be a small village named Loria," Zark said, eyes still on the map. "It was quiet. Even before the major outbreak, the people there lived as though they had vanished from the world."

Sofia looked down, where a stretch of ashen brown terrain lay. Withered trees stood like shadows, and dilapidated homes resembled skeletal remains of buildings. No bird songs. No animals. Even the wind passed through without stirring anything.

"This place..." Sofia murmured. "It doesn’t just feel cold. It feels dead."

Sylvia nodded. "It seems every Zombie King leaves a certain mark on their domain. This one... kills the very sense of life."

They continued without much conversation. With every passing minute, the fog below grew denser, until even the land’s silhouette began to vanish. Their dragon descended gradually, nearing the boundary known by the scouts as the Dead Zone an area about five kilometers from the enemy’s stronghold. No magical signal could penetrate that region, as though the world itself refused to record anything within it.

As they breached the thin cloud layer beneath the gray sky, a stench began to rise. Not just the smell of rot, but something metallic like old blood mixed with damp earth.

They landed on a low plateau surrounded by crumbled stone towers and wooden posts from old structures. The soil was infertile gray, cracked, and sound-absorbing. Not far off, bonfires were lit by undead who had arrived earlier via land route.

Tents were erected small but sturdy, covered in magic-resistant cloth and modified scrap metal to form makeshift defenses. Zark arranged perimeter guards, while humans set up observation posts in the nearest ruined tower, each using communication crystals to relay movement updates regularly.

Sylvia walked the camp calmly, her eyes occasionally scanning the ground beneath her feet. No grass. No life. Not even insects. As if the land itself was forbidden from living. She crouched down, touching the earth and feeling a cold wave crawl up her bones. The energy here did not flow it was stagnant, frozen... like a soul unwilling to return.

One of her Three-Eyed Zombies special reconnaissance units approached quickly and relayed its report via telepathy.

"We’ve detected movement northwest. A small undead patrol. They’re not attacking, just circling the edge of their territory."

Sylvia responded mentally.

"Keep observing. No confrontation. Let them think we’re only holding ground."

After giving the order, Sylvia returned to the center of camp, where Sofia was seated on a flat stone, cleaning her weapon with a soft cloth. A faint holy glow surrounded her unconsciously, her healing aura reacted passively to the oppressive atmosphere of this land.

"What are you thinking about?" Sylvia asked, her voice soft, yet like a fine blade slicing through the silence.

Sofia gave a faint smile. "Just... mentally preparing. Not out of fear. But because I know... this fight will be tougher than the ones before."

"Yeah," Sylvia nodded. "If I defeat him, there will be no more Zombie Kings. Nothing left to stop me from uniting this world."

"Or," Sofia added quietly, "you’ll make the world fear you instead."

Sylvia let out a soft laugh. "Let them fear. Fear keeps people quiet. And in silence... a world can be rebuilt."

Night fell. Bonfires burned in the center of the camp, illuminating the faces of the troops. There were no songs. No celebrations. Only a guarded stillness. One by one, the undead entered standby mode not true sleep, but a partial shutdown to conserve energy. Undead mages guarded the perimeter with rune sensors pulsing steadily, repelling outside psychic influence.

Sofia stood beside Sylvia at the edge of camp, gazing northward, where faint flashes of green light shimmered in the distance. That light was no ordinary magic. It was a signal. An invitation awaiting their arrival. A stage prepared by the Third Zombie King.

"That place isn’t far now," Sylvia murmured.

"How long until dawn?"

"Four hours."

"Then... tomorrow morning, we end this."

They stood side by side in silence. And as the night wind blew colder than before, they both knew it wasn’t just the cold earth that awaited them in the morning.

But the cold will of something that sought to bind them in chains of blood...Or destroy them in a single bite.

After making sure the night watch was in order, Sylvia and Sofia returned to the main tent.The air inside was warmer thanks to the heating enchantments embedded in the fabric, yet the night’s chill still crept in through the seams.

A simple bed made of dark wood and animal hide had been prepared in the corner. It wasn’t luxurious, but comfortable enough to rest before tomorrow’s battle.

Without a word, the two lay down side by side. Sylvia wrapped her arms around Sofia from behind, letting the warmth of the girl’s body soothe the chill in her heart one made colder by fog and war planning.

Silence.

Sofia’s breathing gradually slowed and deepened, a sign she had fallen asleep.

Sylvia opened her eyes, staring up at the tent’s ceiling dimly lit by a magical lantern. Her thoughts didn’t rest.

She knew... she alone was likely enough to defeat the Third Zombie King. The power she held far surpassed most beings in this world. Even if the king brought a horde of ten thousand zombies, Sylvia was confident she could slaughter them all on her own.

But that wasn’t the true purpose.

The reason she brought an army... was to show the world.That her strength did not lie in herself alone, but in what now stood beside her zombies and humans united under her banner.

She wanted the world to see, that in the midst of ruin and death, she had forged a force capable of shaking civilizations.

Sylvia’s gaze shifted to Sofia’s face, sleeping peacefully in her arms. The girl’s warm breath brushed against the skin of her neck.

Sylvia raised her hand and gently stroked the girl’s golden-blonde hair..

Her whisper was almost drowned out by the night."Let’s hope... as you grow stronger, your life will grow longer too."

She lowered her head and kissed Sofia’s forehead slowly, deeply like she was planting something into the girl’s dreams: protection, hope... or perhaps a love too heavy to be spoken aloud.

Not long after, Sylvia’s eyes slowly closed as well. The dark aura that usually clung to her began to fade, replaced by a fleeting warmth.

And that night, for the first time since the journey began, the Queen slept not because she was tired,But because, for now, she felt... enough.If only for a little while.

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