With the two stalkers cleared by a combination of superior firepower and expert cunning, Zane had become the first person in the world that he knew about who had slain a Tier IV Undead. Stalkers were extraordinarily dangerous to human beings.
So much so that unless one was an awakened at a higher level, they would not be able to kill one. In fact, they were liable to be dead before they even realized the Stalker had targeted them.
Faster than most people's vision could keep up with, and excellent at hiding in the shadow, a Stalker's sharp claws could cut through even the hull of an unarmored vehicle with ease. Let alone a human being's flesh and bone.
Until now, Stalkers were virtually undefeatable in the mind of humanity, and those who had yet to witness the terrifying size, speed, and power of a juggernaut would consider a stalker to be their worst nightmare.
Horde Kings, of course, were not public knowledge, with Zane and his girls being the only people in the world to survive an encounter with one. Other than Lilith's little pet, who she had spared for more sinister reasons.
If the majority of survivors knew that there were highly intelligent, and supremely powerful undead that were commanding the hordes like armies, they would probably give up on the thought of survival altogether, and disregard any hope of a future for humanity in this cruel new world.
But this was neither here nor there, when Zane returned to Gravestone with large purple blood crystal in his hand, which he tossed in the air and caught repeatedly with his superior reflexes and agility, he was like a living legend to those people who had settled around him.
Zane was, of course, highly respected as the leader of Gravestone. He had repeatedly used his superior intelligence, wisdom, and charisma to woo the hearts of these ordinary humans, and lesser awakened survivors.
This was, of course, despite his cold and capricious personality. But for the man to take out two Stalkers on his own, it was a marvelous feat. One that was worthy of toasting in the mead hall like the ancient warriors of Scandinavia.
"Thanks Maddie."
The girl smiled as she stayed close by Zane's side. Soon she would be turning eighteen, and she had let this fact slip more than once. For her birthday she wanted a major celebration, or as big as a celebration that could be had during these endo f times.
As for Elena, she quickly got between Madison and Zane. She had noticed over the past few months that the girl was clinging to Zane. The relationship between them had progressed rather well, almost a bit too well.
The fact that Madison wanted to keep her shock collar on, solely because it gave her a unique relationship with Zane, made Elena slightly annoyed with the pink-haired bimbo. But then again, it had been two months, and she had slowly come to accept the idea of Zane being in a relationship with multiple women.
Nevertheless, she had to mark her territory as she ran up and grabbed Zane's hand. After all, tonight was her night on the schedule. And she planned to make the most of it.
"After we eat, how about you and I go back to my room and have some drinks? I'm curious to hear what this battle plan of yours is...."
Zane nodded his head, seemingly ignoring Madison's attempts to get closer to him in favor of Elena. Something that caused the girl to pout and fall back in line with the other two women who watched Elena flirt with Zane in the open without the slightest care in the world.
Madison muttered her true thoughts beneath her breath in a voice so low that only Olivia managed to hear her.
"I don't know how you do it...."