Corrupted Lich

The Year is 4162. After the Event Horizon. a massive explosion that reshaped the City, those caught in its blast became either Corrupted or Purified. Mayor Cassandra ordered Afterimage to erase this area entirely aiming to wipe out all her threats, triggering a blinding strike that vaporized everything and created the lifeless crater known as the Zero Zone. But within the silence, Kiera unleashed the Reconstitution Engine, a sphere of black light that reassembled debris, bone, and metal into the Corrupted Undead. The edge of the Zero Zone shuddered under the march of the Corrupted Undead. Police barricades lined the perimeter, desperate, trembling lines of humanity clad in armor, guns bristling, shields raised. The Undead advanced, their twisted limbs clanking, red static glowing in broken skulls and fragmented torsos. Their touch spreading the Corruption. The Police manging to hold them off, even damaging some, the Undead seemed successfully pinned. A flare of static and black light split the air. The wind shifted. From the distant ruins, five figures emerged scattered. The Corrupted Liches. Each was a grotesque masterwork of metal and bone, a pulsating fragment of the Reconstitution Engine itself embedded within their torsos. Where the Liches went, the Undead followed, a living wave of reassembled death. The police fired everything they had, bullets, grenades, but each time an Undead fell near a Litch, it reformed, rising whole again within heartbeats. The barricade shuddered as the Liches spread their influence. With a lifted arm the remains of several slain Police and civilians converged. Broken torsos, severed limbs, cybernetics, they spiraled upward and coalesced into a single Undead, fully formed and ready for battle. The Litch’s control was absolute, every new construct marched on, now pledged to serve Kiera. Nothing the government had could stop this. The Corrupted Undead were immortal while their generals lived, and the generals were in the field now.