One day later.
The Undead Princess Zygote continued to grow—unrelenting and insatiable.
Its hunger had long surpassed the one-kilometer mark, creeping forward like an invisible plague. The once lush Emerald Green Forest, vibrant with life and mana, was now cloaked in an unnatural stillness. Grass no longer rustled. Flowers no longer bloomed. Even the wind moved cautiously, as if unwilling to disturb the slumbering horror.
The black cocoon at the center pulsed with eerie vitality. Tendrils of shadow spread slowly but steadily, draining the very breath from the earth. With every passing second, its total lifespan increased—one hundred thousand years and counting.
The number didn't pause. It didn't slow. It only rose, without end.
By now, nearly every remaining inhabitant of the region had come to understand one truth:
Something terrible had been born.
