Just as Jacob had feared, the creature standing before him really was one of San Diego's infamous Four War Generals—known as "Hellhound."
This wasn't just any Zombie King. Hellhound had fused with a mutated warhound, making him a hybrid King-class zombie. His body was a fortress of muscle and bone, enhanced by his terrifying ability: Bone Manipulation. Add in his Super Smell, and you had the ultimate predator—deadly, relentless, and impossible to shake once he locked onto you.
Once Hellhound picked up your scent, you were as good as dead.
"Mmm… the scent of an S-class crystal core… absolutely divine."
Hellhound closed his eyes, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, a look of pure ecstasy spreading across his face.
Jacob's brow furrowed. The way Hellhound was staring at him—it felt like being hunted by a monster straight out of a nightmare. A wave of dread surged through him.
Another S-class Zombie King.
