A month had passed since the great battle against the Third Zombie King's forces. Like fog slowly dissipating from the battlefield, the traces of destruction were being swept away by time but not from memory.
The city forged by Sylvia had changed drastically. What was once a mere shelter for organized undead had now transformed into a city pulsing with a new kind of life born from the ruins of the old world, and growing into something no one had ever imagined.
The city now had a name.
Nocture.
The name had simply slipped from Sylvia's lips as she stood on the highest balcony of her castle, gazing down at the misty valley beneath the ever-gray sky. A place that never knew daylight, never truly bright. Only magical glows and unquenchable torches guided the streets. A city for those who do not sleep, who are not fully alive… yet chose to build a future.
