Purified Undead

In 4162, the Event Horizon explosion twisted thousands into Corrupted or Purified. Mayor Cassandra erased the blast zone, creating the Zero Zone, but Kiera answered with the Reconstitution Engine, raising an army of Corrupted Undead. As a response The Knighted Statue entered the fight, each Corrupted Undead he slain got back up, their lights on their bodies have turned blue. They have been Purified. Creating The Purified Undead. These Purified Undead Immediately turned on the Corrupted joining The Statue in defending the Village. The world was hunger, static, and command. March. Tear. Corrupt. Nothing else. Then light. A blade of blue carved across its chest, searing through metal, bone, and the black code pulsing inside. The Corrupted Undead staggered, ready to reform… but something else flooded in. A hum. A warmth it had never known. A code that did not devour, but unwound. The static screaming in its skull quieted. The command to kill fractured, then snapped. For the first time since rebirth, it saw. The Knighted Statue stood before it, blade raised, not to destroy—but to free. Its body jerked as corruption peeled away in glowing threads. Plates re-aligned. Red light flickered… then turned blue. Purpose rewrote itself. Protect. Defend. Purify. A Corrupted lunged at the knight’s exposed flank. The newly Purified Undead reacted without hesitation, metal claws catching the attacker’s jaw, ripping it aside with a clean, decisive motion. It stepped into formation beside the Statue, movements now ordered, calm, no longer driven by the shrieking need to spread corruption. Another wave advanced. The Purified Undead lowered its stance, blue light burning steady within its ribs. This time, it did not march as a monster. It marched as a defender.