The shouts of ovation echoed in the dark prison corridor, drowning out the murmurs of the water zombies and the fluttering of the straw animals. Mireya, with a carefree smile, stumbled in the air while the multicolored light of his eyes spun out of control.

"Let's go!"

At his order, yelled with a hiccup and a smile, chaos was unleashed. The water zombies, obeying the unconscious wish of their Messiah, began to break down the cell walls. The straw animals, which mimicked all kinds of beasts, ran free and unrestrained. Goldie, the golden doll, floated as if searching for a hidden treasure, and Silver, the small silver armor, struck heroic poses as it advanced, stopping to gesticulate over and over again.

In contrast, Mireya floated aimlessly, laughing. Leo, his forced "pet," was dragged by the chain, moving like a dog on a leash.

"Everyone, in formation!"

On the other hand, in the midst of the madness, the water zombies moved in formation, invading the enemy base.

In Central City, whispers circulate about a hidden organization, a sect known as "The Society of Fallen Angels." Its members are not human, but victims of the ancient "water zombie" curse. After the assimilation of their original master's soul, these zombies became unconsciously linked to Mireya's fragmented and unstable psyche, which caused changes in the mimetization of their personalities, transforming them and turning them into his "messiah."

"Soldiers of truth! The age of shadows has arrived! Today, we will reclaim this base for our Messiah."

In the midst of the chaos, Daria's voice resonated with professional authority and a touch of worthy dramatism, to which all the figures removed their hoods in unison, revealing a sleek and black combat uniform. It was an elegant yet functional ensemble: a shiny black latex suit that hugged their bodies, covered by a tactical vest and a pair of hard-soled combat boots that made them look like warriors. Every detail seemed to have been designed for action.

"For the Messiah!"

"For the Messiah!!!"

At Daria's call, a chorus of voices resonated in a powerful ovation. At that moment, the truth became evident: the water zombies had evolved. They were no longer simple puppets; they were an organized military force that, under the direction of their leaders, moved with a purpose. They were preparing to fulfill the unconscious desires of their Messiah, who, in his drunkenness, only wanted to party.

The water zombies, before their connection with Mireya, were little more than empty shells. Despite their appearance and conscious behavior, they were marionettes without an ego or free will of their own. Their actions were dictated by the curse that controlled them, and they only used the memories of the body they inhabited to imitate the personality, habits, and behavior of the person they once were.

They could smile, talk, and walk, but deep down, they were reanimated dolls that neither felt nor thought, simply following their master's orders. They were an army of perfect shells, a hive mind without a true voice of its own.

However, after the assimilation of the curse's soul into Mireya's psyche, a fundamental change occurred in their consciousness. Instead of being destroyed, the hive mind was invaded by a torrent of shifting, chaotic, and repressed thoughts and emotions.

His madness, emotions, and "thoughts" mixed with the memories they imitated and the residues of the original curse, uniting it all in an explosive mixture.

From this fusion, new beings were born. They were no longer mere water zombies, but entities with a newly forged ego from the fragments of a personality and psyche that was never theirs. Now, they acted with their own free will, but their purpose was intertwined with the fantasies of their "Messiah."

With the spark of their own thought ignited in their minds, the water zombies were liberated from the limitations imposed by their original master. Now, they were capable of exploiting the mental and physical capabilities of their bodies to the fullest. They were not simple puppets with brute strength; they had become tacticians with a will of their own.

"Proceed with the expansion of our forces. With the information we have gathered, we will take control of the combatants in this base."

"YES!!!"

At the order given by Daria in a cold and professional tone, the rest responded disciplinedly in the affirmative.

Since they had "evolved," the water zombies had climbed positions in the underworld, gaining power and becoming recognized as an organization of interest.

"Pía, lead the reconnaissance squad."

"Understood!"

"Malia, take charge of the capture squad."

"Understood."

"I will lead the extermination squad."

In fact, they had already planned a strike on this enemy base. The only change was that the decision of their Messiah had advanced their plan.

In fact, despite their great tactical skills obtained through evolution, the most terrifying and crucial thing about the new aquatic zombies was actually the understanding they had gained about their weaknesses.

This understanding led them to an active search for means to counter them, which ranged from the creation of their suits, which were not simple uniforms. Their combat garments were made with a special alloy mix that negated the effects of electricity. Additionally, as part of their evolution, they constantly sought ways to strengthen and improve themselves, such as the use of weapons and the learning of martial arts, transforming from a predictable danger into a strategic and conscious threat.

"Divide!"

After receiving the order, the water zombies split into three squads, moving with a coordination that would chill the blood of any opponent. As they separated, a stream of tactical information flowed between them through the hive mind, allowing them to act as a single organism.

Daria led the extermination squad, moving with the cold efficiency of an executive. Her group headed toward the depths of the enemy base, advancing fearlessly toward the highest-security points. Pía took the lead of the reconnaissance squad, advancing with speed and stealth through the corridors, exploring the darkest corners to map the terrain. Malia and her capture squad moved with a firm purpose, ready to neutralize any combatant they found in their path.

"Ahahahahaha~!"

While the squads dispersed, Mireya, for his part, continued to float aimlessly through the base, laughing and spinning around.

"........"

Leo, tied by his chain, was dragged from one side to the other, and as Mireya advanced unstably through the base, his aura continued to flow and, through that same psychic link with the water zombies, he sent them more and more energy without knowing how. This caused an ever-greater evolution in them.

With the chaotic mix of energies injected in this way and under these circumstances, the evolution of the water zombies accelerated toward a much more offensive and combat-oriented plane. The psychic connection with Mireya not only granted them a purpose and a consciousness, but also imbued them with the unrestrained essence of chaos, rewriting their very existence.

This transformation elevated the level of their being, impelling them beyond their original state. As a result, they went from being a low-rank curse to a mid-rank curse. The physical and mental capabilities they had acquired were now focused on combat, and their resistance and strength became much more lethal. By transcending their original nature, they ceased to be mere "water zombies," becoming something much more dangerous and formidable.

In essence, they were no longer water zombies. Although their nature remained similar, they had evolved into a new race, a similar but much more powerful and unique curse: the Eternal Water Wights.

Their existence had transformed radically. While they retained the intelligence and skills they had in their previous life, these were now perfected by a new consciousness forged in the chaos of their Messiah's desires.

This evolution granted them entirely new abilities, which reflected their nature as Wights. Their mere presence emitted an aura of terror that was not a simple fear, but an overwhelming cold and dampness that paralyzed their enemies. They could drain the vital energy of their victims with a simple touch, absorbing their strength to heal their own water bodies and become more powerful.

And so, while the chaotic celebration continued in the darkness of the prison, Mireya advanced, unaware of the true terror he had unleashed.