Zane felt the heat from atop his old grave, the heat was familiar, but it couldn't be him, could it? He heard of his friends death, but never saw the body. Whatever the case may be, he intended to find the source of this power, and confront it. He walked down the hill, his cloak fluttering in the wind as he tracked the heat. Zombies tried to get in his way, but a few well placed strokes with his blade and thermal destroyers made quick work of them, the flame tornadoes engulfing the hoard.